(It also means I suck at keeping up with this blog. Oh well.)
Even though I'm feeling super-impatient about meeting the babe, it seems like the last few months flew by. Which makes me want to reminisce about the day I found out I was preggers -- July 24, 2008. (The day before Warped Tour, where I wound up dozing off for two hours in an empty box seat at the Tweeter -- hooray for first-trimester fatigue! -- which earned me a safety lecture from my niece Maddi. Since the bun in my oven was still a secret, I blamed Katy Perry's terrible set for putting me to sleep.)
Anyway, I had just turned 29 the week before, and I was having a major confidence malfunction. For starters, despite busting my ass at the gym, my muffin top just kept getting bigger. On top of that, I was broken out like a 12-year-old. But somehow, pregnancy never even crossed my mind -- mainly because I was on a mini-hiatus from my fertility meds. So I just thought I was on the accelerated path towards being a fat, unattractive cougar. But a few days later, I took an HPT so I could get back on the Clomid train. And...TWO LINES! That's when it occured to me that I was, um, 40-some days late.
G had left for work, like, three seconds before this. Waiting for him to come home was killer -- didn't help that he called on his way home and asked me to meet him at the gym. Argh. But finally, we got home and I spilled the beans en route to Sand Stand. Then we took our celebratory ice cream to Beach 1 and basically flipped out with excitement.
The best part was, when I went to the doctor, I found out I was eight weeks along -- I'd totally sidestepped the morning sickness and was already 20% of the way there :) Although I kind of felt like one of those girls on Jerry Springer who's like, "I didn't even know I was pregnant, I just thought I was real bloated!"
And now here we are, with fewer than eight weeks left to go. CAN'T WAIT!
The best part was, when I went to the doctor, I found out I was eight weeks along -- I'd totally sidestepped the morning sickness and was already 20% of the way there :) Although I kind of felt like one of those girls on Jerry Springer who's like, "I didn't even know I was pregnant, I just thought I was real bloated!"
And now here we are, with fewer than eight weeks left to go. CAN'T WAIT!
(Thought this was a fat pic. Turns out I was knocked up. Much better!)
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