Of Babies, Heartbeats, and the Million Other Little Voices...

I'm pregnant. There, I said it. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Then will someone please tell me why it's taking me so long to tell my father and my brother about it? Hmmm.... tough one. Everyone else knows. Heck, I even announced it on Facebook. To people I haven't met in eons! Then why not my family?

But, more on the musings on my family later. Lay-ter! The good news is I'M F---ING PREGNANT!!! (And I have the pregnancy test and the HCG results to prove it!) Ha. Yay, my body loves me. It really, really loves me.

Of course, this didn't happen without drama. You want the whole story? Okay, you got it.

So anyhoo, here I am a week late and take a home pregnancy test. Nothing. Ridiculous. Then we bottle wine that weekend and I drink quite a bit of it. Later that night, I say, "I'm pukey. I think I might be pregnant." Day after that I'm bone-tired. I mean, tired enough to not want to go buy a Macbook. THAT'S tired! And I've been completely emotionally uncontrollable. Crying at commercials, etc. So not me.

Two days after I take another test. And there it is.

But I want confirmation. So I decide to wait until the OB confirms it. But somewhere in there between the waiting, I have spotted. Panicked calls. They call me in. And then horror of horrors - there's no heartbeat!!! UGH. I hate panicking. I especially hate panicking while they have an ultrasound thingy shoved up my hmm-hmm.

Then I get to take a blood test. HCG levels have doubled just fine, but the lab assistant there bruises me when she takes me blood. I mean literally. I have a purple bruise on my arm. (Should I sue? Is it worth any money, you think?)

Finally, last week there's a heartbeat. Apparently, it was just too freaking early the last time. I am supposedly just six weeks along. I thought I was 7.5 weeks! I really, really ovulated late. So all that baby-dancing didn't do anything, but when we quit trying and had sex just for the fun of it, poof! Baby. Ha, who thought the good old fashioned way would work?!?!

Here's hoping the rest of the pregnancy is mostly uneventful! I'm already motion-sick with all this drama. And oh yeah, did I mention I have to go in for another ultrasound just to check out this child's heartbeat again?

On the bright side, I'M PREGNANT!!! Important to remember that! YAY!!!

The Battle of Wills

Drumroll please! Here's Mommy on one side and Bombie on the other. Bombie screams in the crib and Mommy frets outside, paces the room and sets the timer for ten minutes. Bombie screams some more. Mommy frets some more, realizes it's only 2 minutes out of 10.

Bombie screams like she's hurt, like she's fallen out of the crib. Mommy goes in to check on her, picks her up and almost walks out with her. Then (thank God!) she remembers the battle and puts her back down. Bombie wails, thrashes, tries to get on her stomach. Her lower lip is quivering. She threatens to scream louder and louder. Mommy leaves the room, frets some more.

Two minutes later, silence. Bombie is asleep.

I WON!!! Well, at least for today.

Am I Pregnant?

Holy moley! Look how long it's been since I updated! I wish I could say I've been putting all my energy into baby-making, but no such luck. My time has been taken up taking care of more mundane tasks like working, writing and testing for my broker's license.

And when I'm not doing that, I'm wondering if I'm pregnant. That's right, peeps! It is officially now day 40 and Aunt Flo isn't here. (Or as she's lovingly called lately - Mother Nature. What's up with that?!!) Google was always my best friend and today has become my lifesaver. Not convinced? Just google "am I pregnant?" Apparently, a LOT of people are asking that question!

The two week wait sucks. Last Friday the pregnancy test was negative. If it's still negative next Friday, I will officially be perimenopausal! Wish me luck. Us hormonals need it!