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Sunday, October 16, 2011

My lil Miracle

I thought I would blog today about the joy I feel knowing I am pregnant. What a miracle it all truly is. My last few posts have been about all the negative things going on in my pregnancy so far. And might I say their have been quite a few negative things occur. This ultra sound picture was taken at 14 weeks and 2 days, the day I had my appendectomy. I was so scared for my baby the entire time when they took me back for the ultra sound. I had no idea at this point if the pain I was feeling had to do with my baby or not. I kept praying through all the pain that my lil miracle would be ok.
During the ultra sound what we now know was a he, waved at us while they were measuring and checking for anything wrong. It was the most amazing thing seeing his little hand come up. I honestly felt like he was saying I'm ok mom.
So anyway they figured out it wasn't the baby just my darn appendix which hurt like nothing I have ever felt before in my life.
Although I had to have surgery that day it was so wonderful to hear the heartbeat every hour and to finally have some pictures of my baby to show off. I have no idea how I can love something so much.                   My baby boy at 22 weeks

I am now still feeling sick with what the doctor says is just normal pregnancy stuff. I need to be careful what I eat and blah, blah, blah. I didn't get to do anything I wanted this weekend which depressed me. I got up yesterday morning determined to carve pumpkins with my friends and family. I did and am very proud of myself because as soon as they left I ran straight to the bathroom. I couldn't believe I lasted as long as I did. Today isn't much better, all night I was up and down with stomach cramps and bad gas. Poor Jer-bob almost opted to sleep outside in his truck. Yes, it was that bad.
But its all worth it, that little hand waving at me made it all worth it. Let's just hope I'm less gassy tomorrow otherwise the students in my classes are going to be begging me to go home. ;)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Round 2

I am in day 2 of this stomach thing and couldn't be more exhausted and miserable. On a sunny note my lil cooking bundle of joy, who I forgot to mention was a boy, has been very active over the past 48 hours. The movement I feel is insane at this point in the pregnancy. It's no longer just a subtle movement where you question if its gas or not, it is a full blown kick or sometimes a complete roll. These rolls can sometimes cause a spontaneous urge to pee. Jeez, gotta love it though.

I mentioned in my last post about people telling you their pregnancy horror stories, well I heard another one that scared the shit out of me. This particular story, or comment I should say, came from a man. He looked at me seriously and said, "hey you know that a human fetus is a parasite?" I just looked at him with my mouth probably gaping open. Who says something like that? So for the past week this man's comment has haunted me. Everytime I felt weak, tired, or extremely hungry I thought my baby's like a parasite?
Obviously, I don't really feel that way about my lil jelly bean but the comment still shook me up.  Stupid men.

Jer-bob, my husband, cooked me dinner last night since I was feeling sick. Poor thing, Instead of fixing me a can of veggie soup or a baked potato he cooks chicken nuggets. Love his heart. After explaining how to cook the chicken he brings me a plate with a proud face and says, "aren't you glad you married a guy who cooks!" 

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Starting A Tad Late.....

We can start my journey by summing it up to this point rather quickly. Met a guy, fell in goo goo eyed love, he proposed (SHOCKER!), had lots of sex, missed my period the month before my wedding (OOPS!), found out I was pregnant (YAY!), got married, and now i'm getting fat with baby love. ;) (WHEE!)

Yep, that's my life in one long silly sentence up to this point. I am at the moment 22 weeks and 3 days pregnant, for those of you that don't speak baby language I'm about 5 1/2 months along, and getting more robust in my mid-section daily. *see image*
                                                     Before- 16 weeks
                                                   Now- 22 weeks (YIKES!)

 I started this blog so that I can not only write out my pregnancy woes but include other strange people like myself in this bizarre journey I've found myself on. I have always wanted kids but at the ripe age of 21, a baby was not the first on my 'oh yes sign me up' list. However, as this experience progressed I find myself excited and terrified.

Ok, first off you know how every woman in your life that has ever had children begins telling you their terrifying baby stories as soon as you say, "i'm pregnant!". Why do women do this? A way of revenge? It's my first child for god's sake and just because your baby was born with one ear and caused you to have constant diarrhea your entire pregnancy does not mean mine will! Jeez ladies! If you are planning to get pregnant just wait for these women.  

Now, I am today starting this silly blog because I woke up this morning with the worst case of diarrhea I have ever had. Along with last nights dose of heart burn. My pregnancy was supposed to get easier. I assured myself of this after I returned home from my honeymoon 3 months pregnant and had to be rushed to the emergency room to have my angry appendix removed. Yes, angry appendix, that is what the cute doctor told me. So, this spout of diarrhea is so not wanted. I'm told sickness comes with pregnancy along with other things.

Example A-
Sunday morning I woke up alone in my room. My husband, who we will call Jer-bob, works like a steam engine. He wakes up at 5:30 a.m. goes to his day job at a local telephone company 5 days a week installing fiberoptic phone cables and if your wondering yes, he's the guy who tears up your yard. Jer-bob then works with his father who owns a semi-large farm in the evenings and on the weekends.
Back to my story, I wake up alone on Sunday morning as usual and begin to cry uncontrollably. I am not a crier. I get up and force myself to eat a large sugar cookie to sooth my nerves. I feel better and go to the bathroom. I made the mistake of turning and looking at myself in the bathrooms full body mirror...... I begin to cry again. I feel utterly huge and hideous. Who in their right mind would want to spend time with this! Frustrated I take a quick shower and start to fix my face and hair. I can't stand any of it. I call my husband hoping he will calm this raging batch of emotions going on inside me. I say, "hey come home I made bisquits". If he has an excuse he can usually get away from his boss/dad.
Jer-bob comes home briefly to eat then leaves. This is not at all what I wanted. I want to spend the day with my husband! So, with all my emotions and hormones boiling I peel out of my drive-way and head strait to where Jer-bob and his dad/boss are working. I am thinking somewhat clearly so I know if I get out of my car and cuss out my father-in-law it will piss off my husband..... so instead I pull into the drive and stare daggers at him, blaming him for my ruined Sunday!

 Example B-
I'm so horny!! I suppose this is normal based on what google told me when I typed in horny and pregnant. Is this just another way your body punishes you? Ok, i'm pregnant gaining 2 pounds or more a week and I am the horn to the horn dog. Jer-bob is some what interested but he isn't up to doing the naughty with the new me on most occasions. Why don't you just put a not sexy sign on my growing belly and a rearing to go sign on my crotch! So unfair.