My Cup Runneth Over...

I have experienced many "symptoms" (if that is what they're called) of pregnancy.

The first was the constant need to pee like a race horse during the day and night. Then there was the constant garbage truck gas that never seemed to go away (but eventually did after several prayers to The Almighty). After that came the sinus pressure that turned into that horrible cough, and during that, I've developed thick spit and the need to swallow all the time in order to keep it from flying out of my mouth during conversations.

The worst of these symptoms is the feeling I get when I haven't eaten in two hours... I instantly (and our of NO WHERE) get crazy hungry then I get weak and nauseous and feel like I need to pass out. It only subsides like 30 minutes after I've eaten, and it happens all the time.

And through these last few weeks I have also developed fuller lips....... and fuller breasts.

I remember a time in high school when I wore a B cup and how excited I was that, in college, I grew into a small C. Then I remember how I was even more excited I was that my small Cs developed into a full C.

Now, with about 33 more weeks left in my pregnancy, I'm at a really full C. So full as a matter of fact, that I can see my C cups running over when I look at my profile in the mirror.

Zack had been saying for a few weeks that my boobs were getting bigger, but I would tell him that it was all in his imagination. I didn't notice how right he was until I put on one of my newer bras and had to keep adjusting it to make the double bubble at the top disappear.

At the rate they're growing, I wonder how big my boobs will be in December!

Dude, where are my lungs?!

Cough...
Ccccccough....
COOOOUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!

I put another pillow behind my head and look at the clock thinking, "well, at least it will be time to get up soon!"

my eyes focus on the clock, and it reads 12:27am...

I'm disappointed.

I have been suffering from what I assume the doctor will diagnose as post nasal drip. I get a tickle in the back of my throat then I start to cough my lungs up. Currently, at 1:42am while I lie on the sofa, I think I coughed them up and left them upstairs under my nightstand.

I have coughed so much that all my upper body muscles are sore. Zack has demanded that I visit a doctor on Saturday... And right now is the first time I have actually agreed with him.

***12 hours later***

I stayed up all night coughing. When morning rolled around, I had planned on getting up and going to the doctor, but sure enough... I went to sleep after eating some wonderful pancakes Zack made. I have been sleep ever since. It is now two o'clock, and I can't even get out the bed because my body refuses to listen to my brain and will not get up. I am now resolved to simply staying in the bed and doing nothing until Monday.

Mother's Day and a week later...

I will start this blog with the ending... I finally set my ob/gyn appointment and went to it today.


Now, rewind to last Friday:

I woke up curious because I was a day late... yes, for my period.

I crawled out of bed after Zack went to the gym and rummaged through my bathroom cabinet for a pregnancy test. I went through the usual routine of peeing in the cup and inserting the stick... this was the result...


Sooo.... We're PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!

A WHOLE YEAR LATER!!!!!

We told our mothers on Mother's Day. I bought my mom a book for her to record her life and reactions to her first grandchild, and I got his mother a baby onesie that said "Its all good with Grandma."




My mom opened her gift first. She looked at the book, and at first, it didn't register with her. Then, she looked up at me and whispered, "Really?" then she repeated herself two more time with increasing volume until it was a scream, "REALLY, REALLY?!?!?!?!"

It was all hugs, tears, and smiles going on at our place... especially 30 seconds later when everyone else caught on.

Needless to say, my mom has already planned to have Merry Maids come to the house and clean the spare room (and rest of the house). My sister-in-law immediately went into planning a fabulous December baby shower by asking me how many people I would want to attend because the location depends on the numbers of attendees.

All-in-all, it was an amazing moment!

The plan is to keep it from being announced to the masses until late July when the second trimester rolls around... we'll see how that goes...

Well, today was my first OB appointment with my new doctor at the new doctor's office, and I loved it! As I walked onto the elevator to go to the 4th floor, I noticed that one of the doctors at the AWS office was holding the elevator door for me. He asked which floor I was going to, and I said "Four... You graduated from Mercer, right?"

I'm sure he was thinking, "Yeah, and you're a stalker", but he smiled and said that he had. I smiled and told him that him being a graduate of Mercer was one of the reasons I chose their office because I also graduated from Mercer (and that practically makes us family!).

I didn't chose him as my doctor, but I did chose Dr. Smith. A woman who is the mother of triplets and loves being an educator for women entering different life stages... Seriously, who better to be the doctor of a teacher than doctor who teaches???

While she viewed my cervix, I told her why I chose her as my doctor (because it makes the experience of having a stranger poke around in your womanly parts a little less uncomfortable). She stated that she went to college to be a math teacher and that it had been her dream, and that after talking with her mother (who is also a math teacher) she became side tracked and became a doctor. I had to correct her and let her know that NO ONE becomes side tracked and becomes a doctor... NO ONE!

Now, if she were like me, it would be a totally different story... I went to college with dreams of being a doctor, and then I was side tracked and failed (and dropped) chemistry... I later (after a career change) became a teacher. (side note: I adore being a teacher!)

Anyway, I totally love my new doctor and the office and their website! I think we'll have a great relationship!

(Not So) Happy Anniversary!!!!!

So... because I don't usually keep up with dates and tracking for my period and such, I couldn't remember when exactly I stopped taking birth control. I just always assumed I stopped taking it at the end of last May, so in order to find out, I checked my claims information online through my insurance.

Yeah... so, I just saw that I actually stopped taking it at the end of April! Right now is exactly a year since I stopped taking birth control. This seriously sets a fire under my azz to go to the Gyno for another exam.

Fish Dreams

I got so frustrated with our baby making game plan that I threw it out the window... And I almost mean that literally. I passive aggressively stopped doing everything that we did last month because I've got other stuff to do beside laying on my back for an hour after getting busy.

So, I have employed another "technique". Please notice the quotations around the word... Notice them because this new technique is anything but a technique. What I've started doing is waiting for someone I know, preferably a family member, to have a dream about fish.

Why???

Because the theory is that when someone dreams of fish, it means that someone is pregnant. It worked when my mother and I had dreams about fish... Like a week later, we found out that my cousins (at different times) were pregnant. So, as far as I'm concerned, fish dreams are good as gold.

My mother can't seem to work up dreams of fish, but she has dreamed that I was having a baby and another of my having twins. Zack has had dreams of him taking care of a baby boy, and my dreams are similar. But not one damn fish!

Until yesterday!!!

A coworker sent me an email that she'd had a dream about fish and that I was in it! I instantly emailed her back that I'd been waiting on that dream. Seriously, as silly as it sounds to believe in something so superstitiuos, I'm hella excited to see is Aunt Flo has gone on extended vacay.

It would also be another explanation as to why I've had the BGs for two days other than the fact that I've had cream cheese for two days, and I'm lactose intolerant.

All I need now is for an aunt, mother, cousin, or sister to dream of fish...

Twenty whaaaaaa??????

I pride myself on being a bargain hunter... why??? Because I'm HELLA cheap! I consider any purchse a splurge if I happen to spend more than 20 bucks on it. For instance, I just bought six pairs of shoes for less than $80, and I went back two days later to buy two more pairs which brought the total to less than $100 for 8!!! YES!!!!!

The only things I'll actually spend money on are furnitre and food because nothing is better than eating something wonderful and chilling out on a comfy sofa.

But anyway, I just so happened to come across a show today about couple's who were trying all kinds of medical treatment in order to conceive. One husband had a low sperm count, and the other husband had absolutely no sperm to count. For the third couple, the woman had some kind of issue with her potassium or some other mineral/vitamin.

The couple whose husband had no sperm count actually sent him to get a biopsy and cut off a chunk of his testicle just to test it...

Would Zack do that??? Hell no! and I wouldn't want him to... It just doesn't seem right. Why couldn't they just go to a sperm bank? Can you imagine how much that procedure cost them?!

One of the women was talking about how her and her husband had emptied out thier savings in order to do "another" round of invitro fertilization... Of course I figured that 'life savings' was only a few thousand dollars... why??? Because a couple of thousand seems, to me, like a "reasonable" price for a something like that...

How wrong was I?!?!?!

At the end of the show, the couple found out that non of their lab efforts worked, and the narrator said that the couple would find some way to save up money for... get this...

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ANOTHER... TWENTY... THOUSAND... DOLLAR... PROCEDURE!!!!!!!!

Twenty wha??? I nearly fell out on the floor!

I tell you what... before I spend 20 grand on a 'maybe baby', I'll go adopt a kid from DFCS or China. At least that way I'll be sure to get something.

Do you know what I could do with twenty thousand dollars besides buy a gazillion pairs of clearance shoes???

1. Give Mercer half their money back
2. Pay on my and Zack's cars
3. Pay down our mortgage
4. Take a couple luxury trips out the country
5. Invest it
6. Nothing... but look at those numbers on my bank statement every month

If my situation was ever to get to that point, please believe that I would find a much cheaper alternative!

Green Eyes

"My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend"

The lyrics to this song by Erykah Badu played over and over in my mind for two weeks, and I thought it was super appropriate for the title and subject of this blog.

A few months ago, I was talking to one of my co-workers about the time it is taking for me and Zack to get pregnant. We laughed and talked about it for about 30 minutes, and she told me what it was like for her and her husband to have her girls. She made a statement about how hard it is to hear about other women who get pregnant when you're trying yourself... how you want to be happy for them but you're kinda caught up in the fact that it is not you who is pregnant.

I thought about this conversation as I can now count the number of pregnant friends, or women I know, on two hands. Seriously, there are about 10! And everytime I hear of someone's news, I am no less excited than I would be if I weren't trying myself.

Why? Because I LOVE to see other people happy, and I know God has His hands in this. I (and definitely my husband) just need to be patient and wait for Him to unfold his plan.

But I will admit that my eyes get a little green when I hear of their news. Right as started cramping before my period started, I pouted...

I pouted not simply because I wasn't pregnant... but because we had worked soooooo hard so that we would get pregnant. Its kinda like studying really hard for an exam and still failing it (which is something I did for one of my favorite classes in college- Sensation and Perception *sad face*)

Still, I refuse to be one of those sappy chicks whose blog page reeks of sadness and pity, plays depressinng ballads, and spouts off medical terminology... because seriously, who wants to be that chick?!