Blubberface, That's Me

A few days ago a friend of mine who is pregnant for the first time and I were sharing pregnancy stories (of course, now that I'm in this a second time, I get to be the know-it-all!) and she mentioned that she was very emotional and cried at commercials. I laughed and said, Thank God, this time it's different.

And then we watched - of all things - Evan Almighty. Does anyone even know this movie? It's where this would-be senator who wants to change the world is visited by God and told to build an ark. OMG. I got all choked up each time there's a reference to the family spending more time together. I know.

So from now on, call me blubberface.

Boy, oh Boy!

Yes, you guessed it right. It's a boy, which is just as well, because today I had the typical Mommy guilt moment. I opened a long-forgotten notebook to realize it was supposed to be - horror of horrors - the log book of my second pregnancy written for the child. Ha! I made one for Bombie but lost track of this one. Yeah, yeah, I feel guilty. But you know what, chances are he won't even care. I mean, it IS a boy. So there.

So maybe the old wives' tales are true. There is a lot of collective wisdom in old age after all. And true to the legend, I haven't gained an ounce of weight. (I've actually lost 6 pounds since I got pregnant.) And all my weight is in my stomach. I was showing at close to four months; with Bombie I didn't show until seven months! Also, unlike with Bombie when I was looking very haggard and tired, with this one, I'm glowing. Ah, thank God! I'm actually GLOWING!!! He also looks like a big football. I was telling James (sorry for the PG-13 joke in advance) that I have a little weeny inside me. LOL. All you neo-Freudians draw whatever conclusions you wish now!

That's it. I'm definitely done.

Unless of course just before I turn 35 I think I want another. Hmmm...

Today's the Day!

All right... it's here! The day I've been counting down to for about 20 weeks or so now. I'm finally halfway through the pregnancy and today I get to find out if the baby is a boy or girl. Of course, this is a secondary concern to be addressed after making sure the baby is healthy. (And I'm also secretly hoping the radiologist will say, "Twenty weeks? Heck no. You're more like 22 weeks, hon." Ah, the hopes and dreams of someone with a full bladder and uterus!)

So for all my so-called psychic abilities, I've had one - read O-N-E - dream about the gender and this was waaay back in the week I conceived. I dreamt that the two (Bombie and her sibling) looked like twins, except they were different genders. So we'll see if it's true!

Oh, I can barely wait!!!

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!!!

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!

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! :)

Crisis Averted!

So it wasn't a major crisis. Perhaps I just needed to talk to friends and figure it out for myself.

Yes, I still want another baby. And I plan on working as soon as they're both older.

Apparently, you can do with two kids what you can do with one.

I woke up today feeling silly for freaking out earlier. My mind is clear again. And it wants another baby!

Thank God for girlfriends!

Maybe Mommy Doesn't Want Another Baby?!?!

Okay, so I might just be insane.

But this thought it beginning to cross my mind: are two babies necessarily better than one?

Because I'm realizing or maybe just remembering other things I want to do with my life besides just raise kids. Like travel. Like run a business.

Hmmm...

Thoughts, anyone?

Thinking about this sucks and talking about it sucks even more. I brought it up to Hubby Dearest this evening and we reached no conclusion. Sure, having another baby would ensure that the kids could play together. But what about the rest? Babysitting? Mom's Day Out? Every Single Day?

Suddenly, I don't know. I guess you could say I have cold feet.

Of course, if I AM pregnant, that baby is going to have all the love in the world. But... what if I'm not?

I have no idea what to think.

Maybe I'll have clarity soon. (I hope!)

Babies! Babies! I Want Babies!

Seriously, this commercial makes my uterus ache for a baby. I know, I know, it sounds gross but there's no other way to put it. Ignore the image I just painted and see the commercial.

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