Last two or three days I've been feeling somewhat less hideous than I have the last, oh, 6 weeks or so, in that sometimes I want to eat and more often than not I'm keeping it down.
So I stop by the store to pick up some watermelon and fresh strawberries, two of the very few things I've been able to eat.
While there, I had an uncontrollable urge for very bad things.
Things so bad, I've never, in my entire adult life, actually bought them. Things so bad I discovered after 10 minutes of searching I didn't even know where to find them.
Undaunted, I found a friendly looking store employee... "Hi. Where are the Ding Dongs and Ho Hos?"
I told Wonderful Husband about it later. His response: You might as well be wearing a name tag that says "Hi, I'm pregnant."
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
From March 25
(In Which Two Highly Educated Women Sound Like Surfers From the 8os)
Phone call to Best Friend: Hey, you got a test?
BF: Yeah. You late again dude?
Me: Yeah. Probably nothing as usual. But I should check, I feel funny this time.
BF: We're going out on the boat. I'll tape it to the door.
***Many Hours Later***
BF phone call to me: You take it yet?
Me: No. I haven't had to pee yet.
BF: TAKE THE TEST ALREADY!!! I'm going crazy over here!
Me: Whatever dude. How many times have we done this?
BF: TAKE IT! And CALL ME.
Me: OK, OK.
****10 minutes later****
After about 8 seconds: I'm not looking... I'm not looking... OHMYGOD. NO. That was NOT two lines. It hasn't been two minutes yet. I'm not looking....
After about 30 seconds: Holy shit.
Me to WH: HOLY SHIT. IS THAT TWO LINES?!?!
WH to me: That would be two lines.
Me on phone to BF: DUDE THERE'S TWO LINES.
BF: Holy shit dude.
Phone call to Best Friend: Hey, you got a test?
BF: Yeah. You late again dude?
Me: Yeah. Probably nothing as usual. But I should check, I feel funny this time.
BF: We're going out on the boat. I'll tape it to the door.
BF phone call to me: You take it yet?
Me: No. I haven't had to pee yet.
BF: TAKE THE TEST ALREADY!!! I'm going crazy over here!
Me: Whatever dude. How many times have we done this?
BF: TAKE IT! And CALL ME.
Me: OK, OK.
After about 8 seconds: I'm not looking... I'm not looking... OHMYGOD. NO. That was NOT two lines. It hasn't been two minutes yet. I'm not looking....
After about 30 seconds: Holy shit.
Me to WH: HOLY SHIT. IS THAT TWO LINES?!?!
WH to me: That would be two lines.
Me on phone to BF: DUDE THERE'S TWO LINES.
BF: Holy shit dude.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Announcement
We wanted to wait until the official "out of the woods" 12-14 weeks to make this general knowledge, but it's been such an ordeal it simply got too hard to keep pretending there was nothing going on. So, here it is, even though I'm only 10 weeks along...
After more than 6 years of infertility, Wonderful Husband and I are expecting a baby! No medical intervention either. Apparently for me, (relatively) clean living, healthy eating and lots of exercise were better medicine than anything a fertility clinic could offer.
Part of the reason we've kept quiet is because we're realistic about things. I'm older, I have a messy medical history, and my doctor has been open and honest about the increased risks. Basically, we didn't want to have to untell the whole damn world if this didn't go well.
But like I said, this has become such an ordeal it simply isn't plausible to keep it quiet any longer. I've disappeared from my life - triathlon, personal and professional - and people are starting to ask questions. I'm too sick to keep up the facade any longer, and if people care enough about me to be asking, I should do them the honor of telling the truth. And besides, this has come far enough along that should it end badly, our friends have the right to know what we've been going through because it would be a genuine loss.
That said, except for being so hideously sick the doctor has had to talk about things like hospitals and IV fluids, the actual pregnancy is going swimmingly. All the levels of the various things are where they are supposed to be. Everything is the size it is supposed to be, when it's supposed to be it. And a teeny tiny little hearts is beating just the way it should.
Some of you don't know me all that well yet, so let me reassure you that we are deeply happy about this. We're not gushy hearts-and-flowers kinda folks, so on the surface we might not seem as enthusiastic as the typical expectant parents. And I promise I'll be more demonstrably happy once the constant nausea and vomiting phase has passed.
I've been Draft-posting since the ordeal began, so now that it's out in the open I'll start sharing those. I'll warn you ahead of time - so far this has been the worst experience of my life, so if you're you're expecting gushy new mommy stuff you might want to take a break from reading my blog until this phase passes.
After more than 6 years of infertility, Wonderful Husband and I are expecting a baby! No medical intervention either. Apparently for me, (relatively) clean living, healthy eating and lots of exercise were better medicine than anything a fertility clinic could offer.
Part of the reason we've kept quiet is because we're realistic about things. I'm older, I have a messy medical history, and my doctor has been open and honest about the increased risks. Basically, we didn't want to have to untell the whole damn world if this didn't go well.
But like I said, this has become such an ordeal it simply isn't plausible to keep it quiet any longer. I've disappeared from my life - triathlon, personal and professional - and people are starting to ask questions. I'm too sick to keep up the facade any longer, and if people care enough about me to be asking, I should do them the honor of telling the truth. And besides, this has come far enough along that should it end badly, our friends have the right to know what we've been going through because it would be a genuine loss.
That said, except for being so hideously sick the doctor has had to talk about things like hospitals and IV fluids, the actual pregnancy is going swimmingly. All the levels of the various things are where they are supposed to be. Everything is the size it is supposed to be, when it's supposed to be it. And a teeny tiny little hearts is beating just the way it should.
Some of you don't know me all that well yet, so let me reassure you that we are deeply happy about this. We're not gushy hearts-and-flowers kinda folks, so on the surface we might not seem as enthusiastic as the typical expectant parents. And I promise I'll be more demonstrably happy once the constant nausea and vomiting phase has passed.
I've been Draft-posting since the ordeal began, so now that it's out in the open I'll start sharing those. I'll warn you ahead of time - so far this has been the worst experience of my life, so if you're you're expecting gushy new mommy stuff you might want to take a break from reading my blog until this phase passes.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Sayonara Sunjaya
It's so refreshing to know I get to watch Idol tonight sans Sunjaya.
Not that he isn't a charming young man with great hair. But he was just SO out of his league it was driving me nuts.
And it's not that he doesn't have a voice - he does. He simply had no idea what to do with it. Most nights I'd feel an irresistible urge to reach down into his throat and rip it out - set the damn thing free to actually sing.
Now that he's not there to ruin the night with his frivolous karaoke performances, we can get down to serious Idol business.
I'm still voting for both LaKesha and Melinda. I have no idea how I'll choose in the end...
Not that he isn't a charming young man with great hair. But he was just SO out of his league it was driving me nuts.
And it's not that he doesn't have a voice - he does. He simply had no idea what to do with it. Most nights I'd feel an irresistible urge to reach down into his throat and rip it out - set the damn thing free to actually sing.
Now that he's not there to ruin the night with his frivolous karaoke performances, we can get down to serious Idol business.
I'm still voting for both LaKesha and Melinda. I have no idea how I'll choose in the end...
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Microscopic Assasin
The tree pollen has arrived.
God help me.
I'll never get over just how excruciating this actually is. Like having a cold, flu and sinus infection all at once. I am woman, hear me roar and all - I can make dinner with one hand and rearrange the furniture with another. I am faster than a 10-items-or-less fast lane and can leap tall transition areas in a single bound. I can take a bikini wax without batting an eye. How is it such a teeny, tiny invisible thing can destroy me so utterly?
God help me.
I'll never get over just how excruciating this actually is. Like having a cold, flu and sinus infection all at once. I am woman, hear me roar and all - I can make dinner with one hand and rearrange the furniture with another. I am faster than a 10-items-or-less fast lane and can leap tall transition areas in a single bound. I can take a bikini wax without batting an eye. How is it such a teeny, tiny invisible thing can destroy me so utterly?
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