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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.

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