Bombie crawls!!!

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!

These are the Days...

Anyone know that song "I'm on a Roll" by Over the Rhine? If you don't, you really should check it out. I'm completely addicted to it. Even now it's going through my head and I can't stop it. Argh.

Anyhoo, the reason I bring it up is that I was trying to decode the lyrics this morning with just one cup of coffee in my system. And this, my friends, is what I've missed doing with my husband for the longest time. (Just when I thought furloughs were great for making babies! Ha!)

So here we are toying with the iPod trying to get it to play a line that sounded like "we're shaking up shaponies, cause we haven't got a care." So this is what it went like:

Me: Shaponies? It's not shaponies!

Him: Shaponies. That's what she says.

Me: Nooooooo.

Him: What is it, then?

Me: I don't know. That's why I don't sing that song. I don't want to be ridiculed. (Laughing at him.)

Him: Google it.

Well, as it turns out, it's shaking up SHOW PONIES. Good God. He was right. Well, almost.

Baby Making

Who thought making a second baby wouldn't be fun! It's no secret now that my husband and I are working on conceiving a second baby. We're working on a schedule of what they call "baby-dancing" every 48 hours and with one baby it isn't easy. However, so far it hasn't worked, so this month we're working in earnest. The way we worked at it to make Bombie.

I know it all sees insane right now (and even a little funny at times) - but hopefully it will all work out in the end. At this point, I don't care if it's a boy or girl. Although I have saved all of Bombie's clothes!

Wish us luck! :)

The Baby Who Is!

My name is Purva Brown and I'm a babyholic. Call it baby-brain, call it what you will. But I've suddenly developed a penchant for all things baby. And not in an insane, third trimester of pregnancy way, but in a sticks around until you die kinda way.

This motherhood thing has changed me in unmentionable ways. I have begun watching Jon and Kate Plus Eight. Yes, kill me. Kill me now.

I have also begun deriving deep meanings from Bombie's actions. I don't see how it would be any different. As perhaps all mothers know, when the being who could barely move its neck whom you brought back from the hospital begins to crawl, your world shifts somewhat. You begin to lose some of your complacence about life. Your life.

Suddenly, this seven and a half pounder has turned eighteen pounds and now demands things to play with and eat. She's no longer content just lying around in wait for the next feeding. She's got opinions you will hear. Even if they're just sounds. And in some cases, she'll scream something that sounds like "IS!" at the top her voice.

Yes, she is! And don't you forget it. Don't get complacent. She is.