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I need to get over this.

Posted 09 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, not so much

I wouldn’t normally post twice in a day, but this was too – dare I say funny? – not to share.

This morning, my breakfast included a slimfast shake (I have like, 4 left, I’m just trying to get rid of them), a bagel and half a smoothie.

Suddenly, out of the blue, I get a cramp. No, not the ute stretching cramp, but the OHMYGODIMIGHTCRAPMYPANTS cramp. I quickly get up and shimmy to the bathroom in the boots that make my feet kill, only to see that someone else is in there.

Let me pause this story to tell another. I have some issues with public restrooms. Such as, I hate it when the bathroom is empty aside from me and people pick the stall RIGHT NEXT TO ME. Dude – there’s like 4 others to pick from. Why you gotta pick the only one next to me? I also cannot, uh, clear the pipes – so to speak – with an audience. I just can’t. It grosses me out when others do it, and I can’t imagine putting anyone else through that situation.

So, imagine my dismay when I see someone’s feet in a stall. Fine, I think…I can just take care of my ever-full bladder and then wait patiently. So I do so, the other woman exits, and I begin to take care of business. I begin to realize I’m in it for the long haul when someone else walks in. Uh…GET OUT RIGHT NOW. I’m pretty much injuring myself at this point trying to contain myself. I begin to wait not-so-patiently again, and someone else walks in. GOD DAMMIT. I wrap things up, wash my hands…and start to shimmy to the other bathroom on our floor. There’s a “unisex (private) bathroom” across from the women’s room, I try it, it’s locked. DAMMIT. THAT is what I need. Some quiet time alone. Instead, I enter the women’s room.

I get in, it’s empty, I unzip, and someone walks in.

I start to think “I’m pregnant, I need to get over this. This won’t be the last time” but alas, I cannot do it…and at this point I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a horrid accident, in my William Rast jeans no less. I wrap it up again, and attempt the unisex restroom across the hall and it’s open. THANK GOD. I am now vowing to always attempt this restroom first. It was like my own little slice of toilet heaven.

I write this in hopes that I am not the only one in this situation, and also in the hopes that at some point I can look back and laugh at this scenario. Today was a close call. A very close call.

Zzzzzzz….SNORT…WHAT?! I’m awake, I swear!

Posted 09 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, The Hubs

Okay, first off – I want to make it blatantly clear that I really DO love Daylight Saving time. Getting home from work and having another 2 hours of daylight is freakin AWESOME.

HOWEVER, I did not care for waking up this morning and having it not get light for ANOTHER HOUR. This whole situation led me to staying in bed with my hair in a towel until 7:40. No bueno.

I cannot WAIT for Spring/Summer though. I’m sick of scarves and jackets. Mexico made me miss my flippies.

In uterus/gote news – the nausea I was feeling on Friday is gone (for now) – I felt relatively good all weekend, aside from a couple belly aches after eating and total fatigue. Oh, and my boobs. They’re ridiculous. They’re veiny and huge. I’m pretty sure I’m on the cusp of a D cup, since I’m already spilling out. This is ridiculous. That would make me a 32D. What am I , some sort of porn star?

We told the hubs’ parents Friday night. It was pretty awesome. We showed them pictures of our vacation, and towards the end there’s a picture of a cake one of the restaurants made for us that says “Congratulations Future Baby” (gotta love the translation weirdness happening there) and when we got to that picture, we just leaned back. His mom kept reading it (not getting it) and finally his dad was all “Are you guys having a baby?!” and his mom squealed for about 20 minutes. It was pretty rad. We told his sister the following night the same way. She’s the first person to seriously cry. And then of course, I cried like a baby. Yay hormones!

And, I think I might be telling one of my girlfriends soon – just because she recently had a baby at the same hospital we’d like to go to, and I need a doc recommendation, stat.

Belly pic & 4 week update. Shield your eyes.

Posted 07 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business, paparazzi

Since I’m behind with this, I’ll start here. I’m stealing this little questionnaire from BlairBear, hope you don’t mind, deary. Excuse the half naked pic – we were still in Mexico & just got back from the pool! I promise future ones will not include such skintastic horror.

How far along? 4 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: Even-steven since I’m just starting out.
Maternity clothes? Not wearing any, but will admit I own one dress.

Stretch marks?
Sleep: Sleeping well. Who wouldn’t with the ocean in the background?

Best moment this week: Seeing the positive pregnancy tests!

Uh, no.
Food cravings:
Gender: I have no clue. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m knocked up.

Labor Signs:
Belly Button in or out?
What I miss:
Drinking. Already.
What I am looking forward to: Getting through the next month or so safe and sound!

Weekly Wisdom:
None. I’m at a stunned silence.
This is just the beginning!!


Posted 06 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

First official day back in the office since vacay and the bfp.

I may vomit on my keyboard.

I feel like my eyes are floating in a sea of the gallon of water I’ve already drank today.

This is going to be a long, long day.

Also, the hubs has decided we should tell his parents tonight, so, we’re doing that. I’m really wanting to keep this a secret from our friends for as long as possible.

That’s all for now. I need to concentrate on not barfing for the time being.

And…I’m back.

Posted 05 Mar 2009 — by Mrs. Jenna
Category baby business

The traveling yesterday was annoying, especially since I left warm, sunny beaches and landed to 6 inches of snow that weren’t here when we left, but I’m back.

I’m also “working from home” today which means BOTBing and doing laundry. I just ate a plate full of eggos in my jammies. THIS is the way to work, people.

I called and made my first appointments, at 8 weeks and 12 weeks (but really 7 & 11 because they don’t care about ovulation “technicalities”). Thing is, I don’t think I’ll be keeping the 12 week appointment. I don’t think I want to stick with the clinic/hospital my RNP was at. I love her to death, and if she could deliver my baby, I’d be all over it. But if I have to start with someone new, I may as well start at a clinic/hospital I like. Right? Right.