He Loves Me To The Moon and Back!

This morning made me once again realize how lucky I am to be married to my husband Dave.
Yes, this is going to be a cheesie post! But still a little gross!

He's very compassionate and understanding; he's been so kind to me even during my breakdown over dill pickle chips.

This morning I really felt for him... I have been tossing and turning for two nights now because of having the mother of all headaches and then forgetting that my tylenol has caffeine. Good times.

So this morning I wake at 5am (fabulous!) and I had to go to the washroom (no suprise, as I pee at least 3 times a night) and all of a sudden felt sick... and so I quickly finished my bidness and started dry heaving and puking up nothing LOUD.
I'm very loud when I gag and puke ever since I got pregnant... it's really gross and embarrassing!

So my poor husband was woken at five pm to the sounds of me being violently ill, and then came to my rescue where it's not bad enough that I'm being sick, but I'm naked.
Just thinking of the muscle contractions required to vomit makes me sick, let alone having to see time.

So he passed me tissues to wipe my nose and face and he held my hair and rubbed my back.
Then he practically carried me back to bed and tucked me in with my "just in case" spaghetti pot.

I'm in love with a man named Dave! Okay, cheesiness over!

Embryo no more! This kid is a FETUS!

I still can't believe that I'm knocked up... honestly it doesn't seem real!
As of today I am 10 weeks pregnant... which means I have been carrying a fertilized eggie for two months!
TWO MONTHS!!!

Went to the doctor today... I've lost weight from not eating and barfing... whoooo!

Although yesterday I was freakin' ravenous... I ate EVERYTHING in site! So hungry!

But I was bad and ate unpasteurized cheese... but do you have ANY idea how flippin' good olives stuffed with olives and blue cheese is?!
And I don't even LIKE blue cheese!!!

And brie and goat cheese? I couldn't get enough cheese last night! And cheese dip! And grapes!

So check out this picture... it's not actually of my little guy, but this is what he pretty well looks like now! That's inside me! He's about an inch long! :)

Totally crazy and unbelievable!
You'd think I'd buy into this pregnancy thing after 4 years of trying and trying.

So Does This Make It MORE Official?

My OBGYN finally e-mailed me back and said that they like to start seeing patients around 9-10 weeks.

That's me!

So she confirmed an appointment for Friday morning at 9:15 so I can "discuss IPS testing, etc."
Integrated Prenatal Screening, eh? Don't think so... although it would get me another ultrasound!

I dunno... I don't think I would do anything with a positive result anyway... other than obsess and worry. And there's NO WAY in HELL I'm getting amniocenteses! That shit is crazy!
With a chance of miscarriage and a really big needle in the picture I am not there!

Thankfully I'm a little more energetic today... I hope this means my cold is disappearing!
I even made supper tonight and cleaned up everything but the dish it's currently cooking in!
I've been so gross lately that poor Dave has been cooking and cleaning while I whine and cry.
And then I cry about crying!

I didn't even barf today! Yay!

This Kid Is Grounded!

I feel like a bag of smashed assholes... seriously!

I don't mean to bitch (cuz I always said I wouldn't be one of those, I'd just be happy to think I was pregnant) but I've also got a flippin' cold to go along with the nausea, vomiting and mood swings.

Now I'm not just tired, I'm dead tired... I can barely make it until 2:50 so I can drag my ass to my car and go home.

My little Eggbert is 9 weeks and 3 days along... apparently he has fingerprints!

He's not being very nice right now... or at least him and my body aren't getting along right now.

I hate being sick... and do you think I could sleep in on the week-end?! NOOOOOO!
I am so stressed about my brother in law who knocked up his girlfriend... problem?

They are both immature and are like a couple of 13 year olds... she doesn't work, she dropped out of high school due to ex-boyfriends, he changes jobs as often as he changes his underwear (which isn't daily, but it's every couple of months) and feels that welfare is something to fall back on consistently and stay on for at least 8 months at a time... I'm not dissing welfare, I'm dissing his always looking for someone to bail him out attitude.

Anyway, she's pregnant and crazy, he's immature, they can't keep a cat without having to give it up for adoption (sorry, 2 cats, a dog and a hamster in a small one bedroom apartment with no job... and these were NEW pets! Not pre-existing pets in a bad situation)

They think it's going to be sunshine and lollipops... I guess everyone tries to think that way, but they believe it!
And how are they going to afford diapers (it'll have to be disposable, cuz they only do laundry once a month at our place anyhow), medication, formula and other supplies.

Babies need supplies, like clothes!
It'll be a hard choice between milk or ring tones and cigarettes for these two geniuses!

And when the hell is my doctor going to e-mail me back anyways?!
And it's so hot and humid I am walking around with frizzy hair and I'm soooooo bitchy!
Would it be bad to tell all my students to "Fuck right off!!!"... yeah, can you say PINK SLIP!

Also, what up with the mood swings?!
I CRIED forever on Friday night and one of the reasons was because I wanted dill pickle chips, but didn't want my husband to feel he had to leave to get them for me and I was in no way able to leave the house. I cried because I was sick! I cried because I'm scared for Eggbert!

And I didn't just cry... I BAWLED!!!

Sheesh! Only 214 more days till I get to meet this kid! :) I love him already... which scares me shitless.

To The Beat Of My Heart...

Actually, it's not my heart... it's Eggbert's heart!

We went for the ultrasound on June 6th and saw his wee heart beating strong!
We also found out he is 1.36 cm tall and is progressing as expected for a January 19th due date.

When she started doing my internal ultrasound I started crying because I was sooooo expecting bad news... but then she said "and you see that little flashing light? That's the heartbeat". I jumped up and said "What? He's got a heartbeat?" and immediately stopped crying.

I still feel apprehensive, but my chance of miscarriage has gone down quite a bit since we've seen a wee heartbeat!

Well great! Now I never want to eat again!!!

Sheesh!
I had some kickass nachos last night... they were amazing and I must say I did an amazing job!
I ate a whole bunch with Davey and we snuggled while we watched the "Brothers Grimm" (which was very slow).

Afterwards we were cleaning up and I saw mushy vegetables in the sink... left over from my bil... and I gagged and gagged. I gagged all the way upstairs and I was sick like I've never been sick before.

I couldn't stop!

Now I've always been "when I'm pregnant I won't complain because I'll just be happy to be pregnant".
Well that was before I brought up everything I've ever eaten!!!
Even just looking at those nachos make me feel queasy. This morning I forced myself to eat crackers and juice. But that's it. :(

229 more days until we meet Eggbert!