Ok, I can't help it, but I am playing this song over and over again. I <3 it!
Monday, January 31, 2011
Dreams Continue and I Heart Cool Mint Oreos!
So I apparently need to update for the current reader (singular) of this blog. I have had my first experiences with morning sickness and can indeed confirm that its name "Morning Sickness" is bogus! I had it on and off all last Thursday and was struck by it Saturday night, on Aaron and I's unofficial anniversary. I have yet to actually vomit, but that's because I'm not going to let my little lentil have all the control in this symbiotic relationship.
The weird dreams ensue. I can't actually recall any at the moment, I just know that I wake up daily going "what the deuce?" I'm reminded of the scene in Baby Mama where Tina Fey talks about keeping a notebook to record ideas in next to her bed and how she wakes up to find these bizarre ideas like "make everyone twins" and "electric toilet." Yeah my dreams are like that, only I dream them, so I'm living inside said electric toilet for 5-35 minutes during a REM phase. I had one dream where I created a "birthing" playlist and when they played it in the delivery room it was all wrong; it played backward and it played horrible songs (like The Cat Came Back Stephie...that's right, it's a bad song...BANANA PHONE!).
I went to Costco this weekend with Sara and I had to touch all the cute baby outfits. Is it too early to tell what my little amoeba is when it has divots for ears and black spots for eyes and nostrils? Probably... I can't wait to dress this kiddo, boy or girl! I have a feeling it's a boy (I know he/she is currently neuter, so let's not discuss it). I think we'll have a boy because we're surrounded with little girls and it'd be too lucky for us to have a girl and be able to take advantage of Hand-Me-Down Heaven. However, there are some lil boy clothes that I would LOVE to purchase. There was one that said "Mommy's Little Slugger" and it was like an old school baseball uniform. SO ADORABLE!!
A new craving has emerged: Cool Mint Oreos. I must eat them! I actually yelled at Aaron for taking one today because there were only a few left and that was one less for me. Holy selfish, right? But they are Mint Oreos...they are yummy in a way that can't possible be expressed beyond saying "mmmmmmmmmmmm."
I am still overwhelmed with class work and know that I have to stay ahead. I set up Mom coming down to shop for dresses with me the day of my first appointment, so that I don't have to see her and try to keep it a secret. I want to have as much homework done as possible before she shows up. We're supposed to get slammed with snow over tonight and tomorrow so I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a snow day to get some work done. I bought Dad a webcam and headset for his birthday so we can Skype with one another and I'm hoping he'll get it set up so that I can tell him via Skype. By the way Dad, in case you ever read this blog, HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY OLD MAN!
Anywho, I have to play Farmville now since I am obsessed. Leave me alone...you don't understand. Haha! Much love to my reader(s)!
The weird dreams ensue. I can't actually recall any at the moment, I just know that I wake up daily going "what the deuce?" I'm reminded of the scene in Baby Mama where Tina Fey talks about keeping a notebook to record ideas in next to her bed and how she wakes up to find these bizarre ideas like "make everyone twins" and "electric toilet." Yeah my dreams are like that, only I dream them, so I'm living inside said electric toilet for 5-35 minutes during a REM phase. I had one dream where I created a "birthing" playlist and when they played it in the delivery room it was all wrong; it played backward and it played horrible songs (like The Cat Came Back Stephie...that's right, it's a bad song...BANANA PHONE!).
I went to Costco this weekend with Sara and I had to touch all the cute baby outfits. Is it too early to tell what my little amoeba is when it has divots for ears and black spots for eyes and nostrils? Probably... I can't wait to dress this kiddo, boy or girl! I have a feeling it's a boy (I know he/she is currently neuter, so let's not discuss it). I think we'll have a boy because we're surrounded with little girls and it'd be too lucky for us to have a girl and be able to take advantage of Hand-Me-Down Heaven. However, there are some lil boy clothes that I would LOVE to purchase. There was one that said "Mommy's Little Slugger" and it was like an old school baseball uniform. SO ADORABLE!!
A new craving has emerged: Cool Mint Oreos. I must eat them! I actually yelled at Aaron for taking one today because there were only a few left and that was one less for me. Holy selfish, right? But they are Mint Oreos...they are yummy in a way that can't possible be expressed beyond saying "mmmmmmmmmmmm."
I am still overwhelmed with class work and know that I have to stay ahead. I set up Mom coming down to shop for dresses with me the day of my first appointment, so that I don't have to see her and try to keep it a secret. I want to have as much homework done as possible before she shows up. We're supposed to get slammed with snow over tonight and tomorrow so I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a snow day to get some work done. I bought Dad a webcam and headset for his birthday so we can Skype with one another and I'm hoping he'll get it set up so that I can tell him via Skype. By the way Dad, in case you ever read this blog, HAPPY FREAKING BIRTHDAY OLD MAN!
Anywho, I have to play Farmville now since I am obsessed. Leave me alone...you don't understand. Haha! Much love to my reader(s)!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Avoiding Homework? Not me...
So yes, occasionally it does happen...I avoid things. Right now, I'm avoiding homework. Dear LORD, there is SO MUCH of it!
Stress is a bit of an issue this week. I have a ton of homework to do (though I technically have two weeks to get it done) and the instructor just opened up a brand new module of it, which I am refusing to look at currently, for fear of a panic attack. So much for taking a little down time, unless you count typing this while some ridiculous Real Housewives show plays in the background because I'm too lazy to change the channel.
We have an event at school tomorrow night too. It's kind of like a big party that we throw for students and their families. This year it just seems very abrupt and thrown together. We're not sure if we have raffle prizes. We don't have a map of the layout of the event space yet. I asked about the movie situation (because we play movies for younger kiddos) and there's not been much of a response. I offered to bring in some DVDs from home and when I looked at what we have, I realize that Netflix must be saving us some money, because we have very few new DVDs. No Princess and the Frog; no Shrek Ever After. I don't think I can show Easy A to a bunch of little ones. I have to hook up all the game systems and I'm not sure where they are, if all the parts are there, if we have games to play, or if we have enough TVs for them. Erg!
All the stress makes me want to do homework even less, but I need to get a bit more of it done. I'm sure stress isn't good for my little parasite either. I'm drinking a soda too...my first in over a week. It's a bit lack-luster, but I think it's been in that suspended state of being open for long enough that the fizz is falling out of it, so sucky. However, it does contain caffeine, which I may need since I went to bed MEGA-early last night. On the bright side of things...I pooped out almost two pounds. That was AMAZING! Sorry if that's an over-share, but you know, it was a level of awesome I've never attained! I never knew how cool #2 could feel!
An interesting thing occurred at school yesterday. A student decided to bring one of our teachers a gift and placed it in her desk before she arrived. When she got in, he told her there was a present for her in her desk. Her immediate reaction was one of, "Why were you in my desk?" When she opened the drawer, she found 10 (I said TEN) giant cockroaches! Um, gross and nasty. The teacher could only really gawk and state, "This is not ok." I applaud her for that, because I'm sure some four-letter words would have fallen from my lips. Everything was taken care of, but I just have to shake my head. The student actually purchased the cockroaches and wasn't actually being malicious, but still...<shiverrrrrrrrrrr>
An update of the craziness of Monday. Pelvic rest continues, just to be safe, but there has been no more crimson-ness, so I think things are just fine. I haven't had any cramping, other than the normal "my uterus wants to stretch out" kind and my only true symptoms of pregnancy remain extreme tiredness and cravings for food. Aaron is preparing my favorite dinner tonight (pork chops and brown rice) and I will shortly be doing an impression of a cave-woman, shoveling in food by the handful. Well, I should tackle the textbook sitting in front of me before food arrives and I'm unable to achieve anything other than a spectacular food coma. Maybe if I get some more of this done, I'll watch some Glee or my week-old episode of Big Bang Theory. Is it possible that if I play it loud enough, my kidlet will grow up to be a genius? Perhaps I'll take a stab at it. This will obviously be a long-term study; results to come in 5-10 years, whenever higher aptitudes become obvious and our child is a Picasso, Mozart, or Einstein (or perhaps a finger-painting, pop-music singing kiddo with a chemistry set).
Peace out!
Stress is a bit of an issue this week. I have a ton of homework to do (though I technically have two weeks to get it done) and the instructor just opened up a brand new module of it, which I am refusing to look at currently, for fear of a panic attack. So much for taking a little down time, unless you count typing this while some ridiculous Real Housewives show plays in the background because I'm too lazy to change the channel.
We have an event at school tomorrow night too. It's kind of like a big party that we throw for students and their families. This year it just seems very abrupt and thrown together. We're not sure if we have raffle prizes. We don't have a map of the layout of the event space yet. I asked about the movie situation (because we play movies for younger kiddos) and there's not been much of a response. I offered to bring in some DVDs from home and when I looked at what we have, I realize that Netflix must be saving us some money, because we have very few new DVDs. No Princess and the Frog; no Shrek Ever After. I don't think I can show Easy A to a bunch of little ones. I have to hook up all the game systems and I'm not sure where they are, if all the parts are there, if we have games to play, or if we have enough TVs for them. Erg!
All the stress makes me want to do homework even less, but I need to get a bit more of it done. I'm sure stress isn't good for my little parasite either. I'm drinking a soda too...my first in over a week. It's a bit lack-luster, but I think it's been in that suspended state of being open for long enough that the fizz is falling out of it, so sucky. However, it does contain caffeine, which I may need since I went to bed MEGA-early last night. On the bright side of things...I pooped out almost two pounds. That was AMAZING! Sorry if that's an over-share, but you know, it was a level of awesome I've never attained! I never knew how cool #2 could feel!
An interesting thing occurred at school yesterday. A student decided to bring one of our teachers a gift and placed it in her desk before she arrived. When she got in, he told her there was a present for her in her desk. Her immediate reaction was one of, "Why were you in my desk?" When she opened the drawer, she found 10 (I said TEN) giant cockroaches! Um, gross and nasty. The teacher could only really gawk and state, "This is not ok." I applaud her for that, because I'm sure some four-letter words would have fallen from my lips. Everything was taken care of, but I just have to shake my head. The student actually purchased the cockroaches and wasn't actually being malicious, but still...<shiverrrrrrrrrrr>
An update of the craziness of Monday. Pelvic rest continues, just to be safe, but there has been no more crimson-ness, so I think things are just fine. I haven't had any cramping, other than the normal "my uterus wants to stretch out" kind and my only true symptoms of pregnancy remain extreme tiredness and cravings for food. Aaron is preparing my favorite dinner tonight (pork chops and brown rice) and I will shortly be doing an impression of a cave-woman, shoveling in food by the handful. Well, I should tackle the textbook sitting in front of me before food arrives and I'm unable to achieve anything other than a spectacular food coma. Maybe if I get some more of this done, I'll watch some Glee or my week-old episode of Big Bang Theory. Is it possible that if I play it loud enough, my kidlet will grow up to be a genius? Perhaps I'll take a stab at it. This will obviously be a long-term study; results to come in 5-10 years, whenever higher aptitudes become obvious and our child is a Picasso, Mozart, or Einstein (or perhaps a finger-painting, pop-music singing kiddo with a chemistry set).
Peace out!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Absolute Terror!
Well, terror struck this morning in the form of the evil "S-word:" spotting. I was immediately thrown into a panic! I'm losing my baby! I sent ardent prayers to God, texted Aaron, and asked Sara what to do. I'd heard that some light spotting was normal, but I've never done this "support another being with my own body" thing before, so what does a word like "normal" mean to me? Sara's response confirmed my fears; better call the doctor.
I had an early morning meeting, but you can guess that I lacked that good old participant spirit requisite for and early morning idea exchange. I'd tried to call the doctor's office on the way to the borefest, but they weren't actually open until 8:30am. I had even found an email address before leaving home and attempted to seek information via electronic means (I know it was dumb, but when confronted with such profound fear, you do things that often don't make sense).
At the meeting, one coworker noticed that I was upset, asked if I was ok and I lost it all over her shoulder. Tears, snot, shakes, etc. She was incredibly supportive, offered whatever words of comfort she could. At 8:30, I made the call and spoke with a receptionist, who said that a nurse would contact me shortly. I checked my phone chronically over the next 30 minutes. Low and behold, when the nurse called, my phone never even rang; it went straight to voicemail. Grrrrrrr!
The nurse I spoke with was easily the nicest person I've never met; she will be known as an angel to me for all the comfort she offered. She asked what I had done in the previous few days and confirmed that I had simply overdone it somehow, most likely while moving/lifting totes of books. She told me that I should be on pelvic rest for a few days until everything resolved itself. Apparently, spotting can be completely normal and doesn't necessarily indicate miscarriage. I also asked her about the mild cramping I've had, which again is completely normal because things are expanding down there. So long as things don't "get worse" down there (aka. no more blood and/or extreme cramping), I'll be just fine, and so will the little kidlet in there.
Lesson learned...don't lift crap that could be deemed "a bit strenuous." It can lead to major panic attacks.
I had an early morning meeting, but you can guess that I lacked that good old participant spirit requisite for and early morning idea exchange. I'd tried to call the doctor's office on the way to the borefest, but they weren't actually open until 8:30am. I had even found an email address before leaving home and attempted to seek information via electronic means (I know it was dumb, but when confronted with such profound fear, you do things that often don't make sense).
At the meeting, one coworker noticed that I was upset, asked if I was ok and I lost it all over her shoulder. Tears, snot, shakes, etc. She was incredibly supportive, offered whatever words of comfort she could. At 8:30, I made the call and spoke with a receptionist, who said that a nurse would contact me shortly. I checked my phone chronically over the next 30 minutes. Low and behold, when the nurse called, my phone never even rang; it went straight to voicemail. Grrrrrrr!
The nurse I spoke with was easily the nicest person I've never met; she will be known as an angel to me for all the comfort she offered. She asked what I had done in the previous few days and confirmed that I had simply overdone it somehow, most likely while moving/lifting totes of books. She told me that I should be on pelvic rest for a few days until everything resolved itself. Apparently, spotting can be completely normal and doesn't necessarily indicate miscarriage. I also asked her about the mild cramping I've had, which again is completely normal because things are expanding down there. So long as things don't "get worse" down there (aka. no more blood and/or extreme cramping), I'll be just fine, and so will the little kidlet in there.
Lesson learned...don't lift crap that could be deemed "a bit strenuous." It can lead to major panic attacks.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Let the Dreams Begin...
Last night, I had my first experience with a crazy dream that I am willing to blame on my precious little poppy seed. IT began with me being at Fareway, a grocery store. I was walking around the store aimlessly and happened to see a student. This student happens to be a little shady, so I decided to follow him. As I saw him nearing the door, I caught sight of a DVD player shoved inside his jacket. I attempted to spring into action, but the little bugger was too quick! When I came back into the store, there were two men laughing at me; these men were so tall that while simply standing, their heads could rest on top of the shelves of food. They mocked me for my inability to catch the shoplifter, making me realize that they were the student's friends. I tried to talk to employees to turn in all three people, but to no avail. Toward the end of the dream, one of my coworkers walked into the store and proceeded to shoplift a DVD player for herself. This behavior was not only bizarre because a) it was the second incident of shoplifting and b) Fareway doesn't sell DVD players to my knowledge, but also c) this coworker is the sweetest, most soft-spoken person I know. I tried to chase after her and she called back to me that it was the student's idea and if he didn't get in any trouble, neither would she. Now maybe this dream seems normal to everyone else, but I don't recall my dreams often and this one stuck with me.
On a related "blame things on my pregnancy" note, I realize that I have fallen victim to my first craving. A few weeks ago, while grocery shopping, I was struck by the urge to purchase some packets of ramen noodles. In my younger days (say middle-high school), I burned myself out on the little packages of sodium-loaded noodle soupness. Back then, I would simply boil the noodles, drain them, and drown them in soy or teriaki sauce, perhaps with a bit of parmesean cheese (I was odd, don't judge). Once home from this recent trip to the store, I decided to give that little pouch of seasoning a try. Oh boy, I was HOOKED! I have been eating a package of ramen nearly every day for almost 2 solid weeks now. I know it's unhealthy, so save the lecture for someone uninformed. I have learned some important information about ramen however, which I will now impart to you, dear reader:
The secret is sort of "out" at my second job now. A few people asked why I seemed so happy, one person overheard a partial conversation I was having with one of the inquirers, and still one more caught me reading a pregnancy magazine (I thought I had it concealed well) during my break. Since the cat is pretty much out of the proverbial bag there, I felt free to purchase a pregnangcy book for my husband without making an excuse. Thankfully, the colleague who attended to us at the register didn't ask, but she did give me a knowing look.
Keeping the pregnancy on the DL is difficult, partially because I feel as though I will burst if I don't talk about it. We went over to our friends' apartment last night to play games and I practically shouted it, but was able to restrain myself (just barely). I still hope to keep it somewhat a secret, at least until after our first doctor's appointment, because the less people I have to tell about a potential miscarriage (nightmare inducing thoughts playing through my head at the moment) the better. I am happy about who I have told however, because they will provide me with support should that nightmare occur and it IS nice to have people to talk to and share with.
Well, I'm headed off to bed now. I am thoroughly exhausted, haven't touched any homework, and have a boresville meeting at 7:30am, followed by my full day of school. I may have to tell my boss tomorrow, despite only being "5 weeks, 2 days" along according to http://www.due-date-calculator.com/. Toodles!
On a related "blame things on my pregnancy" note, I realize that I have fallen victim to my first craving. A few weeks ago, while grocery shopping, I was struck by the urge to purchase some packets of ramen noodles. In my younger days (say middle-high school), I burned myself out on the little packages of sodium-loaded noodle soupness. Back then, I would simply boil the noodles, drain them, and drown them in soy or teriaki sauce, perhaps with a bit of parmesean cheese (I was odd, don't judge). Once home from this recent trip to the store, I decided to give that little pouch of seasoning a try. Oh boy, I was HOOKED! I have been eating a package of ramen nearly every day for almost 2 solid weeks now. I know it's unhealthy, so save the lecture for someone uninformed. I have learned some important information about ramen however, which I will now impart to you, dear reader:
- 1 packet of ramen noodles requires 2 cups of water, boiling hot, to make
- 1 packet of ramen noodles is considered...wait for it...TWO servings (for some reason, this is laughable to me)
- 1 packet of ramen noodles, prepared as instructed, yields between 27-40% of your daily value of sodium intake (at least according to the 4 flavors I have tried: chicken, creamy chicken, beef, and pork).
- If you are mathematically challenged, that means that eating the whole packet prepared as directed will cause you to consume 54-80% of your daily value of sodium! WARNING!!!
The secret is sort of "out" at my second job now. A few people asked why I seemed so happy, one person overheard a partial conversation I was having with one of the inquirers, and still one more caught me reading a pregnancy magazine (I thought I had it concealed well) during my break. Since the cat is pretty much out of the proverbial bag there, I felt free to purchase a pregnangcy book for my husband without making an excuse. Thankfully, the colleague who attended to us at the register didn't ask, but she did give me a knowing look.
Keeping the pregnancy on the DL is difficult, partially because I feel as though I will burst if I don't talk about it. We went over to our friends' apartment last night to play games and I practically shouted it, but was able to restrain myself (just barely). I still hope to keep it somewhat a secret, at least until after our first doctor's appointment, because the less people I have to tell about a potential miscarriage (nightmare inducing thoughts playing through my head at the moment) the better. I am happy about who I have told however, because they will provide me with support should that nightmare occur and it IS nice to have people to talk to and share with.
Well, I'm headed off to bed now. I am thoroughly exhausted, haven't touched any homework, and have a boresville meeting at 7:30am, followed by my full day of school. I may have to tell my boss tomorrow, despite only being "5 weeks, 2 days" along according to http://www.due-date-calculator.com/. Toodles!
Friday, January 21, 2011
Why must I keep this on the DL?
So on the evening of January 16th, but officially the morning of the 17th, I found out I was pregnant. There, I finally said it! It has been killing me for a solid week to not tell anyone. If I write it, does it count? Maybe I jinxed myself, but honestly, it feels a lot better to say it than to bottle it in and wait for it to erupt.
I had suspected for a few days that I might be and finally told my husband that I thought we needed to stop by Walgreen's on the way home from work at the bookstore Sunday evening. Walking down that aisle in the store was nerve-racking! I was confronted with nearly 30 different boxes of tests and my mind ran amok with questions! "Which one is best?" "Do I need more than one, just to be safe?" "Man, these things are expensive!" Not 100% sure in myself and not wanting to spend a fortune, I selected a moderately-priced box that contained three pee-sticks and boasted to provide results as early as five days before a missed period.
I agonized the whole way home. "When should I take it? I'm kind of excited, but pretty damn nervous, so wait until the morning? Take one now and save the other two in case the first says no but Aunt Flow still doesn't show?" I'm pretty sure I drove my poor hubby insane with my incessant prattle, but what can I say? I'm a girl and it runs in the family.
I read the directions carefully before I sat to "proctor" one of the most important tests of my life. My favorite "instruction" insisted that the test was "not for internal use." I don't know if you've used/seen one of these tests, but despite the "comfort grip" it's not the friendliest thing I've ever seen. Finally, I folded the instructions, but them back in the box, and prepared to wait my two minutes to determine the results. They came hard and fast! Two little lines appeared within 15 seconds of replacing the cap. The results were in...I was pregnant! Hooray!
I teared up a little and showed my husband. He was happy, confirmed that the results looked positive to him as well, and gave me a hug. Then, the doubt started to creep in. What if I hadn't taken the test right? The directions said to pee for five seconds, but I only had enough fluid in me for four good "Mississippis." It warned about peeing too much or not enough, about using morning urine and not drinking a lot of water beforehand, as it could "dilute" the results. Despite the strong positive result, I decided I needed to take another test to be sure. When I told Aaron I wanted to take a second test, he laughed and said, "I knew you would." He'd thought that, when I picked up the box with three tests in it at Walgreen's, I would take them all anyway.
After I flogged him verbally for being unsupportive (jk folks, I love him to pieces), I proceeded to drink a whole bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper AND a whole bottle of water to ensure my ability to produce the full "five seconds" of fluid. True to its word, the second test's results looked a little hazy; that second blue line was only "sorta" there. Way to go me! I worried about not following the rules on the first test and what did I do? Ignored the rules about how much fluid to consume and peeing in the morning and mucked up that second test.
Well now I was had a conundrum. Do I take the third test? After all, I did get three! Do I wait? Do I just assume I'm preggo based on the first test's results (I'm sure most people probably would have). I needed proof to be certain and I knew that waiting until the morning would be best, but now that my mind was racing, how on earth could I wait? Surely, the suspense would kill me, right? Knowing that Aaron was probably a bit frazzled by my level of frazzled-ness, I called Sara to talk to her to find out what she thought. We talked for a while about the whole thing, what she had done when she thought she was pregnant and how things went for her. I even sent her a picture of my two test results; she thought the both looked fairly affirmative, but understood my concerns. We even discussed how long she waited to tell people (yeah, she waited until the end of the first trimester, which has me convinced that she is the world's best secret-keeper). She essentially told me to wait until the morning to take the third test and I knew that was the right plan.
I had a difficult time falling asleep. I had a lot on my mind to do with school (the kind I work at), school (the class I'm taking) and thinking about possibly being pregnant. I ended up getting out of bed at 2:30am and trying to do some things to put my mind at ease. I ended up finishing Aaron and my "engagement journal" over six months late, typing up notes for a professional development I had to plan, and ended up organizing my paperwork file. In-Fing-sane, I know! I tried to go back to bed at about 4:30am, but still had trouble sleeping. I got up at about 6:00am, sprinted to the bathroom, took the third test, and finally felt comfortable enough to say, "Yes, I'm pregnant." The two little lines were as clear as day!
I have a lot of emotions right now. It feels very surreal at the moment, like maybe it's happening to someone else. Every time I think about being pregnant, I get little butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. I've known for less than a week and I am already in love with the little person growing inside of me (currently the size of a poppy seed according to one website I visited). All I can think of is how I prayed to God to let this happen if He felt that we were ready and now, we have this miracle to look forward to. There is a little person growing inside of me! Aaron and I are going to be parents! At the moment, I am technically a mommy! I am very excited! I plan to make this the healthiest and happiest pregnancy ever, come what may!
Now, it's time for the worries to settle in a bit. I noticed that I have already gained weight. I know that this is going to continue to happen over the course of the next nine months, but I am paranoid! I just lost 50 pounds over the course of a year of extremely hard work and I hate to see that progress go down the drain. Now, I have still been eating healthy, so my guess is that the weight gain is due to two major things: my sudden increased intake of water and my inability to produce "my morning constitutional." Now that may gross some people out, but I'm all about being honest and I have to tell you, I really would like to be able to fix that last one. I hate to say that I'm full of poo, but it appears that I am. I read that this is a natural side effect of the little angel/parasite growing inside me, that Junior has my plumbing all screwed up and there's not much to do about it other than to drink a lot, exercise, and eat fiber. Well, all three of those methods are in place and it's still a struggle, but we'll see how things play out.
I know that since I'm so early in the pregnancy, the risk of miscarriage is high at the moment, at least higher than during the other trimesters. As such, I know I'm not supposed to tell a lot of people. However, it is difficult for me to keep this all bottled up when I am so excited! I have spoken with a few people that I trust: Sara (obviously), the school nurse (it just made sense), my walking partner (just in case I would fall or something while doing our morning 5K), my bestie Stephanie (I'll be in her wedding during my 3rd trimester) and two people at school whom I trust for advice. I'm sure that may make members of my family upset that they didn't know first, but I feel like, to save them the concern of these first few months, I will wait to talk to them until after my first doctor's appointment.
That brings up something else that is interesting. I thought that once I learned I was pregnant from the "baby Game at Home" kit, the doctor would want to see me ASAP to conduct their own test to confirm. Wrong-O! They don't even want to look at me and my multiplying cells until at least 8-10 weeks. Also, did you know that your pregnancy technically begins the first day of your last period? I didn't! I thought it started when egg met sperm, and since that's not possible (or maybe it is, but ICK) while the Russians are attacking, I assumed that pregnancy was counted starting 1-2 weeks after said period. Nope! At this time, I am approximately 6 weeks along according to how the doctors count it, and waiting none too patiently for the appointment during which they will make me cry for all the bleeding I'll have to do.
All of the fears and complaints aside, I am so happy that I could literally shoot sunshine out my rear-end! I am looking forward to this journey, have already started to plan how to rearrange this house to accommodate Baby Robinson, and am excited to at least tell people via blog. This was a great exercise in getting the word out there, without actually telling anyone yet that could stress me out! So, if you're reading, I'd like to tell you that I, Valerie Robinson, am expecting... :-)
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