Big Guy: Hey, I think you are starting to get a pooch already.
K: Nope. That’s just a turkey baby.
K: My left boob is more sensitive than my right.
Big Guy: Do you think it is going to catch up with Righty?
K: One can only hope.
Big Guy: I think you have pregnancy morning breath.
K: Oh, I know. I can taste it. It is awful.
BG: Smells like mothballs.
K: I cried while watching the Ellen Show. Justin Bieber was singing a cappella.
M: You must be pregnant.
Big Guy: Omygod! Your boobs are huge. I just wanna do the motor boat.
Sometimes it hurts so much that there just aren’t any words.
My ultrasound has been moved to tomorrow at 7:45 am. I will just be six weeks. I’m pretty disappointed. I wanted the ultrasound to be at or around six and a half weeks to make sure we had a viable chance to see a heartbeat, which would relieve all kinds of anxieties.
First, they “forgot” that they weren’t seeing patients next week. Then, they scheduled me for Friday morning, 6 weeks 2 days. I wanted to give the babe as long as possible before the first ultrasound, so I rescheduled for Saturday at 10 am. Well, they had to schedule surgery on Saturday, and the only time they can now do it is tomorrow morning at 7:45. At least it doesn’t give me much time to get worked up.
The odds are really good we won’t see a heartbeat tomorrow, and then I will have to wait another three weeks for that blessed reassurance. I won’t have another ultrasound until after the first of the year. Nine weeks, in fact. A milestone. My first pregnancy went to 8 weeks 6 days. I’m not at all excited about this turn of events. In fact, I’m pretty disappointed, and the timing seems perfect to trigger all kinds of miscarriage grief and anxiety.
I suppose I should say that Operation Distraction isn’t cancelled but has been temporarily suspended.
I was to upload a video for Jenny at Stupid Stork‘s Vlog Challenge yesterday, but I was travelling all day. I’m late, but better late than never. Said someone. Things got off to a shaky start this morning. (Read redundant.) I was nervous. Also, I apologize for the sniffling. All one needs to do is watch a video of themselves to understand why they should blow their noses more often when dealing with a cold. Also, in real life I say fuck a lot. I didn’t say it once in six minutes. It appears as if I unknowingly censored myself. Huh. Imagine that.
Okay, okay! Here it is!
(Thanks to Sila and Jenn I’ve updated the entire six minute video as opposed to the 2 second version. Thanks!)
I won’t lie. I have been exceedingly surly and sour. That’s why I’ve been a bit quiet on the blogosphere, as of late. When I get in these moods I try to temper the pain, anger, and grief just a bit as to not spew my nasty vitriol all over the blogosphere. We all have enough to deal with on a regular basis. I don’t need to add to our collective pain and grief by spewing angry diatribes all over the place. The least I can do is let it all build for a while before I erupt like Vesuvius. Continue reading