What I learned this weekend…I am no longer 22 years old. Now you think I would have known that by now, but apparently not, since I managed to be throwing up and feeling hung over without ever taking a sip of alcohol.
Yesterday was my soon to be sis-in-law’s bridal shower and bachlorette party. Shower went well but the bachlorette kicked my butt. I drank water all night, at one point running across the street to one of the best ice cream shops in the area and got a chocolate malt (LOVE those). I danced like a crazy girl! Headed home around 12:30, in bed at 1. Yeah, late, but not crazy late. Well darling little Q, who has not once kept me up at night, decided that the dance party should not end and wanted to keep on partying with the girls. For about 45 minutes she was going crazy, possibly trying out for the Ro.ckettes, I’m not sure. Finally fell asleep and then I woke up at 5 SO sick. I was miserable. It is not fair that not only was I sober all night, but I still ended up sick. (as an aside, being the only sober person can be hysterically funny, drunk people do really stupid things) And today I felt like I drank a bottle of vodka, tired with the headache and when every single movement hurts. I’m wondering if it was the smoke in the bars since we went out in VA instead of the District or maybe just the change in routine. All I know is it SUCKED.
Tonight will be a very early night for me, I’ve got a killer week at work and then I’ve got private clients lined up Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday (for the record, next time I tell someone I can work on a Friday after I already worked all day, I need one of you to slap me). The only reason Wednesday is free is that it’s Mr H’s birthday. After all the party planning I did the last few weeks I completely forgot about it. Got to see about dinner reservations somewhere.
Off to straighten up. Mr H has been out of town since last week and the place is a complete mess. Hope everyone had a good weekend
So I’m still in this stupid blogging funk. I’ve probably got more posts saved as a draft in my dashboard than I’ve actually published.
But I’m not going to go into the stupidly, irrational fears of a pregnant infertile and am just going to let everyone know that despite my nightly dream that I was gestating a monkey (I think it’s the banana cravings that got me), we had our ultrasound today and the baby is decidedly non-Simian* and it appears that, despite all my freakish insecurities, we’ll be having a little girl in September.
More importantly, all systems were a go. I just loved our tech Lori, who after hearing me drone on and on about the monkey dreams (you see, I thought that it still could be a monkey and how could she be sure that the umbilical cord wasn’t a tail?), reached for the 3D wand and made me promise not to tell anyone (none of you will tell on her…right?). I was floored by the technology, even the regular 2D.
I have to say though, that I think I would have preferred the didlocam to the way she did the cervix check. There was no need to slather on extra goo and then smush it up to my girly bits. I did not know that was coming and the bits had not been groomed in awhile. At least with the trans vag they put a condom over the goo. And as another side, I will be obsessively googling cervix length, mine as 2.8 and isn’t it supposed to be over 3???
That’s all I’ve got in me now, for some reason morning sickness has returned, although at least now it’s only in the morning. And I promise to get better about commenting, I’m reading up on all of you, I just don’t want to spread my funk around so I haven’t been commenting
*yes, I know that humans are also simians, just taking a little creative license here
First and foremost, everyone go send some love over to Leah, who is now on bedrest. Not only is she on bedrest, but she also has a curious little pre–schooler who doesn’t quite understand the concept.
Now I had all these fantastic posts floating around in my head that went completely out the window when I saw a lovely cop helping a broken down cab. He happened to look just like this fine young man. Since my 35 minute commute was at over an hour and I was sitting at a traffic light, I welcomed the distraction. His hair blew in the spring breeze. Apparently the light changed as he started to push the car out of traffic and I wiped drool from my chin as the folks behind me honked. Since I do love my husband, I’m going to blame this on hormones…but damn!
So that was my evening. Came home to leftovers and a night with the DVR…how disappointing
– is it bad that the workout playlists on my i.pod have really become “driving home from work on a nice day with the window down” playlists?
-and, is it bad that the other day I downloaded several N.ew Kids on the B.lock songs in anticipation of the best reunion tour of 08??
Thanks for the dyson’s recs. You ladies know how to respond when something is truly important 😉 So far, Mr H still says we can get one tomorrow. Never been so excited to vacuum in my life. I really wanted it today since I’m having people over later and now they will see just how horrible my carpet is. I hope they all love me anyway.
This is shaping up to be a great weekend. This morning, I’m going with my almost sis in law to her dress fitting. This is the one with the veil, shoes, whole 9 yards. Pretty sure I’m going to cry. Then it’s time to make some cheesy crab dip in preparation for the jewelry party we’re having later that night. (think tupperware party but just with fun jewelry). Then girls night in while the guys are all out at my brother’s bachelor party.
And then Sunday….Sunday is another meeting of the TOOTPU (The Order of the Plastic Uterus). We’ll be grilling out at LJ’s house. I’ll be baking something yummy that morning and then get to spend the afternoon hanging out with some of the most fantastic women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Then back home, to cook my mom’s birthday dinner. To be quickly followed by collapsing into bed exhausted.
In my cleaning madness I convinced Mr H to buy a Dyson. I have a very short window before he re-thinks this decision. Someone tell me which one is best…
We’ve been forced into a massive spring cleaning the last few days, mainly due to the fact that I am completely irrational. The first step is admitting a problem, right? Anyway, I found a few little bugs the other day and decided that the whole house needed to be cleaned, top to bottom. It’s been exhausting to say the least. Who needs to sleep anyway?
But I’m over that now and my slobbish tendencies will be back in full force within 24 hours I’m sure. Got a chance to work from home this afternoon. And it’s a perfect day to be on the back deck with the laptop. My tulips are starting to come up, I just love this time of year.
Thanks to everyone for your reassurances on the whole braxton hicks thing. I agree, I don’t think this particular nurse knew what she was talking about. I’ve had less than 1 a day since Monday and I’ve remembered my water bottle every day. And the new bras…wow. First I was a bit shocked at just what size the saleswoman brought me, but I got over it once I put them on. So much more comfortable. I will never wear a bra that is 2 sizes too small ever again…poor girls. And thanks for the advice on sleeping bras, I’m a total wuss and stared sleeping in a sports bra at about..oh….6 weeks. I was having enough trouble sleeping, no point in them waking me up too!
I made the mistake of wearing one of those more traditional maternity shirts to work yesterday. You know, the high empire waste that ties in the back. Mostly all of the tops I’ve bought have been the types that are just straight down with a little more room in the front. I was so self-conscious, I hated leaving my office, even more a minute. I felt like it put a great big neon sign on my belly screaming “Look at me”. Everyone wanted to talk to me, comment on it, etc. I just hated it. Mr H gets upset, thinking I’m not excited about the pregnancy but it isn’t that. I’m not comfortable being excited about it. I still don’t believe it. I’m past the whole conspiracy theory of before and no longer think that my RE just wanted to get rid of me but I have a hard time fessing up to being pregnant. I saw my mom last night (she of course loved the top) and she said that I was starting to look pregnant. I immediately said that it was because of the top….she replied with, “It’s because of the belly you idiot” (said with love…I hope). I guess despite the getting more obvious belly and feeling Q move just about every day, I still don’t think this is going to work for us. I still need to work on having faith in the process and trusting Q.
Now is napping part of working from home???
A good friend of mine at work just became a stirrup queen and my heart just breaks for her. She just had surgery to remove her fibroids last week. They took out 18, one that was the size of a grapefruit and she’s now recovering from what was essentially a c-section. She says she’s so glad I’m there, since I have some idea what she’ll be going through when she starts up with IUI’s in a few months. Of course, part of me wishes I didn’t know…but right now, the other bigger part wishes she didn’t need me. Just like so many of us, she wants a family more than anything and will be a wonderful mom…and of course today at work I read about a custody hearing in a divorce where neither parent wants the pre–schooler. Poor baby, someday he’s going to realize that his parents fought to not have him…and we fight tooth and nail to even try. It just doesn’t make sense. Why can’t there be some type of quota on infertility so we can spare other people all this crap?
All that anxiety and paranoid is back and big time. Sunday and today I had this tightening or cramping across my whole lower abdomen and my uterus got rock hard. Happened twice Sunday and three times today. After consulting Dr Google, who suggested that it could be Braxton-Hicks but it was too early to feel them yet, I decided to call my doc. I got to speak to a nurse, but not the nurse that I like. She said there was no way it was BH and that I’m probably just dehydrated. She’s right on that since I forgot my water bottle but I’m still worried. She did say if it didn’t get better in the next 1-2 days to call back and he’d have me come in. So of course now I’ve got visions of second trimester miscarriages running through my head. So please, tell me I’m being ridiculous and I’ll be fine tomorrow once I start chugging the H2O.
Other than that, thanks for all the sweet comments on my spare tire/donut belly. You ladies are SO good for my self-esteem. Tomorrow I’m off to visit the nice old ladies at N.ordstrom for some help with bras. I have no idea what size I’d even be anymore, but I know that these two stretched out pieces of cotton are NOT cutting it anymore. You see (actually you don’t want to see), I woke up with numerous stretch marks on my boobs this morning. The girls are obviously begging for some support. Hopefully that will help adding any more patterns to them. Between the blue veins and nasty purple marks, I look like some piece of random, abstract, modern art. Any assvice on bras would also be much appreciated.
I snuck out of work to head down the street to Gi.ant (local grocery store) to grab some lunch. Turns out they’re closed for a labor vote! So instead of a nice healthy salad, I walk 2 storefronts down to the Fourbucks for a delicious iced white mocha and an egg sandwich. The first iced coffee of spring is just SO good!
I know, haven’t blogged in forever. Promise to give you all some updates from our Vegas adventure soon. Coming back from vacay is always so much work!