More like a mini-crisis waiting to happen.
I think I've been on the phone with Will more than off of it these days, and most the time, the conversation goes as follows:
J: Hi honey, how is work so far?
W: ...
W: What do you need me to pick up today?
But honestly. When I gotta have it, I gotta have it. There were the cherry popsicles. And the General Tsos chicken. And the pickles. And the mid-day super market run for Cinnamon Toast Crunch (which lasted all of about two days).
It would be way too easy if I craved something actually healthy for me. But then again, that would be completely out of character; not that "out of character" is all that out of character for pregnant ladies, so I've heard.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Dreams
I have heard rumors about pregnant ladies and their wild dreams.
Whether it's the excessive amount of gummy worms I've eaten lately or the fetus growing in my abdomen that's lead to these crazy dreams, I don't know, but I am leaning towards the latter.
The other night I had a dream that my sister Jessi, and an old friend from high school Dani (Dani if you're reading this, what's up!) were making Diet Pepsi. Making it. With Brie cheese. They were using the brie cheese to make the Diet Pepsi, and they wouldn't let me help. The funniest part about this dream was that I haven't seen Dani in months, have never drank Diet Pepsi, and haven't had brie cheese in ages. Where does my mind come up with these things!?
Night before last, I had a dream about some family friends, whom I will call the Smiths. I haven't seen or heard from the Smiths since probably the beginning of December. It wasn't a particularly good dream, there was some dying involved (which is why I opted not to include their names- they might find it weird?). The crazy part about it is, I ran in to the Smiths at the grocery store THE NEXT DAY.
Odd. I know. My fetus has super powers.
Whether it's the excessive amount of gummy worms I've eaten lately or the fetus growing in my abdomen that's lead to these crazy dreams, I don't know, but I am leaning towards the latter.
The other night I had a dream that my sister Jessi, and an old friend from high school Dani (Dani if you're reading this, what's up!) were making Diet Pepsi. Making it. With Brie cheese. They were using the brie cheese to make the Diet Pepsi, and they wouldn't let me help. The funniest part about this dream was that I haven't seen Dani in months, have never drank Diet Pepsi, and haven't had brie cheese in ages. Where does my mind come up with these things!?
Night before last, I had a dream about some family friends, whom I will call the Smiths. I haven't seen or heard from the Smiths since probably the beginning of December. It wasn't a particularly good dream, there was some dying involved (which is why I opted not to include their names- they might find it weird?). The crazy part about it is, I ran in to the Smiths at the grocery store THE NEXT DAY.
Odd. I know. My fetus has super powers.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
5 Weeks, 3 days
What an incredible past week!
It started about a week ago. I had a nagging feeling I was pregnant, but it was too early to jump the gun. My period was supposed to come on Wednesday. Alas, it did not come, further confirming my little secret that my sore chest and incessant need to nod off in mid day had already suggested. I decided not to mention it to Will until Saturday, just incase my "time of the month" decided to show it's face after all. Saturday came and went, and I had explained my symptoms including the late period, to Will. If you know Will personally, you know that he is never one to get excited. Literally. Ever. He is extremely level-headed (which makes one of us) and calm. He keeps me grounded. However, this is not what I wanted at a time like this! I wanted him to be just as quick to pull out the First Response as I was. Well, I wasn't going to be persuaded anyway.
Sunday morning: still no period. At this point, taking the test was only a tangible piece of evidence in MY eyes. Will rolled over and put his arm around me, and in his most sweet-as-pie voice says, "So are you going to go pee on one of those thingys or what?" Ah HA, he was excited. Deeeeeeeep down. If there were awards for bed-to-toilet races, I certainly would have gotten it. He, not wanting to miss a beat, sat on the sink and handed me the "thingy" that most of us like to call a home pregnancy test. I peed. I waited. I watched in anticipation as one bold line showed up. I am pretty sure I let out a sound of disappointment a little too soon, because as quickly as the first one came, a second line modestly made its appearance. My grin must have been award winning as well, because I am positive you could see all 32 teeth. Will, being his level-headed self, tried to muffle a smile while he analyzed the test. Let me tell you ladies: men do not like faint lines. He is a man of black or white. He understands neither gray areas or the concept of "a line is a line". So, wanting confirmation, we sat on the couch and I chugged a water bottle. I wasted all of my pee on the first test. Darn it. About 45 minutes later came the time to take test two. Will wouldn't even let me look at it until three minutes was up! Well, you can guess what happened. There they were in all their glory: TWO huge dark beautiful pink lines! It wasn't until now that Will finally allowed himself to get excited. By excited I mean smile, give me a hug, and quadruple check the HPTs.
Eh, I'll take it.
Two, for good measure.
It started about a week ago. I had a nagging feeling I was pregnant, but it was too early to jump the gun. My period was supposed to come on Wednesday. Alas, it did not come, further confirming my little secret that my sore chest and incessant need to nod off in mid day had already suggested. I decided not to mention it to Will until Saturday, just incase my "time of the month" decided to show it's face after all. Saturday came and went, and I had explained my symptoms including the late period, to Will. If you know Will personally, you know that he is never one to get excited. Literally. Ever. He is extremely level-headed (which makes one of us) and calm. He keeps me grounded. However, this is not what I wanted at a time like this! I wanted him to be just as quick to pull out the First Response as I was. Well, I wasn't going to be persuaded anyway.
Sunday morning: still no period. At this point, taking the test was only a tangible piece of evidence in MY eyes. Will rolled over and put his arm around me, and in his most sweet-as-pie voice says, "So are you going to go pee on one of those thingys or what?" Ah HA, he was excited. Deeeeeeeep down. If there were awards for bed-to-toilet races, I certainly would have gotten it. He, not wanting to miss a beat, sat on the sink and handed me the "thingy" that most of us like to call a home pregnancy test. I peed. I waited. I watched in anticipation as one bold line showed up. I am pretty sure I let out a sound of disappointment a little too soon, because as quickly as the first one came, a second line modestly made its appearance. My grin must have been award winning as well, because I am positive you could see all 32 teeth. Will, being his level-headed self, tried to muffle a smile while he analyzed the test. Let me tell you ladies: men do not like faint lines. He is a man of black or white. He understands neither gray areas or the concept of "a line is a line". So, wanting confirmation, we sat on the couch and I chugged a water bottle. I wasted all of my pee on the first test. Darn it. About 45 minutes later came the time to take test two. Will wouldn't even let me look at it until three minutes was up! Well, you can guess what happened. There they were in all their glory: TWO huge dark beautiful pink lines! It wasn't until now that Will finally allowed himself to get excited. By excited I mean smile, give me a hug, and quadruple check the HPTs.
Eh, I'll take it.
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