I feel feisty, so it's story time...

Let's be honest, for me, being pregnant has not been fun. I don't foresee it being fun - is that bad? I am a little feisty this evening, so I thought I would take it out on my blog instead of accidentally lashing out at Michael (poor guy).

So, I've mentioned that I've had a migraine since Sunday, 9/20. It's in the base of my skull and my left temple. I also mentioned that I received a narcotic - hydrocodone, also known as vicodin - to help "crack" the migraine. My OB was super nice, and said, we'll get this taken care of (I heart him so much).

You also know that I called the doctor on Friday, and that I never heard back from them. I was more than a little pissed about it, but there wasn't really much I was able to do about it - what am I going to do, track my OB/nurse down at home? Anyway, Saturday was horrible, even with the meds they provided, so I called the nurse on duty.

First of all, she was rude. Dear miss thang, it's not my fault that your job requires you to be on call all weekend. It's the nature of your damn job, get used to it. Secondly, when I try to calmly (yes, calmly - I know that getting upset on the phone with someone isn't going to get you anywhere) explain my situation, don't sigh like I am the one putting a dent in your life. It's 11 a.m. - it's not like I woke you from your damn slumber. And, irritably saying, "Well, just go to the ER" doesn't help me either. So thank you, Miss-I-have-helped-zero-percent, you have officially made yourself look like a dumbass.

And, on a side note - one of the reason for rising health care costs is telling people "Well, just go to the ER" when they obviously just need some advice on how to get from one day until the next until they can talk to the damn doctor. What, have you never heard of an urgent/quick care? Thanks for playing.

So, I hang up with Miss Thang, and I am just...upset. I have had this pain for almost a week at this point, I feel like everyone at the OB office (besides my fantastic OB) finds pregnant women to be annoying (seriously?), and I would like to go back to the four days that I felt fantastic. Where did those days go? I've just got a lot of emotions goin' on, so I just promptly burst into tears, because I don't know what else to do. Then, my amazing dog Roxie, who was sleeping on the couch, comes up, puts her head under my chin, and just cuddles with me. It made me feel better, because I was by myself since Michael works weekends now.

I cried for a little while, then told myself to buck up because crying wasn't helping the damn situation. I called our insurance tele-nurse, and asked if I could get the same care at Urgent Care than I would at the ER. She said yes, but at this point it was 6 p.m., and I didn't want to deal with the damn Urgent Care, so I just ended up going to bed.

Sunday morning rolls around, and I wake up about 10 a.m. - apparently, I needed some sleep. and I decide to not take the pain meds to see if I was just working myself up in a tizzy for no reason (I have a complex that maybe I'm just making things worse, so I sometimes try to figure out how bad is it really, and can I really wait). I left the house at 11 a.m. to go to Urgent Care, and let's be honest, I really shouldn't have been driving. The sun was BRIGHT (one of the rare days I was praying for some cloud cover), and I had the patience of a June Bug (I don't know how much patience they really have, but it was the first thing that came to my mind), so the drive sucked.

I get in there, and I should have really stayed home. It was super busy and everyone had those flu masks on. Immediately I say to myself, is it bad enough to sit in here for however many hours it's going to take? The answer was a def. yes, because I was surprised how quickly my headache went from bad to worse.

I walk up to the front desk, and here is a heavier woman, mid-thirties, who obviously doesn't want to be there (Who can blame her? Everyone's wearing FLU MASKS). I obviously walk up to where the line starts, and she's still just chatting away with the female security guard that is reading a magazine behind the desk. Way to secure the place, lady.

Anywho, they keep talking, and I'm just standing there. I have to keep telling myself that this is not the time or place to pick a fight, and to keep my hormones in check. So she finally says, with disdain and a sigh, I might add, "Can I help you?" I walk up, and before I can finish saying "I need to see a doctor" I get a short "Well, I need an insurance card and picture ID." I get my stuff out, wanting to be a smart ass, but keeping it together.

I give her my stuff, and she asks what I'm there for. I say, short and sweet (because I know she doesn't give a crap what I'm there for, she just needs to know if for the triage nurse), "I'm 14 weeks pregnant. I've had a migraine since last Sunday. I'm on narcotics to crack the migraine. It's not going away. I need help." Pretty simple, right? The woman looks at me and says, with a little smirk on her face,

"Well, I don't know what else we can do for you"

?!?!?!?!?!!!!????!??????????????!?!?! !! $*#&@(*#&($&(&@(&!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear lady who hates her job, how long were you in med school? Where did you do your residency? Dunkin' Donuts? Last time I checked, you need to take my information down and pass it along to those who can actually help me. I don't need advice from Dumb Ass, MD in the front, THANKS.

Of course, that's what I thought, and no, I didn't actually say that - although I wish I did. I just said "Well, they told me to go to the ER, but I didn't want to waste my time there". Dunkin' Donuts behind the counter grunted and gave me my wrist band.

I sit down for about 20 minutes, and get called into triage by the nicest nurse, and she takes all my info. My blood pressure was a bit high (141/90), but she attributed that to the pain. On my way out, she gives me a flu mask. I ask how long it's going to take - she says, eehhhhhhh, about 2 1/2 hours.

I died a little on the inside.

I felt like crying, but said thank you and sat my happy butt back down and put on my mask. Then I felt like I was suffocating, so I took the damn thing off. But, really, what is a mask going to do? Come to find out they had lots of flu patients in the past week, so if I get the flu, we know where it came from.

By this point, I've had no meds, and I was not going to sit another 2 1/2 hours without them and practically in tears. I took some meds, and started to wait.

About 1 hour into waiting, a family who didn't speak english came in with this super cute little girl who was just screaming her head off. I felt so sorry for her, but I didn't want her to sit next to me - she was screaming SO LOUD. What happens? They sit next to me, screaming and all.

At this point, there is really no where else to sit, so I just start praying for strength because I feel like I could lay on the floor and die, and it would be ok. It was that bad. Finally, FINALLY they come get me.

I go to the room, and wait for 20 minutes. I am fine with this, because I am away from the screaming cute girl (I still heard her in the waiting room, and still felt super sorry for her). The nurse practitioner comes in, checks all my stuff for mobility, asks me questions, blah blah blah. I told her what my OB gave me to crack the migraine, and she rolled her eyes. I ignored it, because once again I wanted to go into the "You're not a doctor" shpeel, but whatever.

She said, well, we can give you this, this, or this (all take home meds). I thought, sweet, they are just going to send me home with some prescriptions and we can be done with this mess. But, then she said she had to look something up.

She comes back, and said, oh, we can't give you that stuff because you're pregnant. I had a resounding DUH in my head - why do you think the OB won't give it to me, pea brain? I said, oh, then what can you do?

They give a pregnant woman morphine through an IV, that's what they do! WHAT?! At that point, I didn't care, but they are awfully liberal with the narcotics when pregnant. I was like, whatever, so I waited for 25 minutes for a nurse to come do the IV - when I went to the restroom, the nurses were just standing around talking. Funny, my patience was through the roof on Sunday - that's pretty good for me.

Anyway, I had to call Michael from work to come pick me up, and I felt bad, but it's not like I could drive. After I called him, Big Mamma Nurse comes in with all of her needles and devices of torture. Again, I didn't care, just make it go away. Now, none of you know this, but I have what nurses call "Collapsing Veins". Once the needle goes in, they hide. They hide for stupid people, that's my philosophy.

So, Big Mamma Nurse tries my right arm, where the veins are bad, in my opinion. I tell her that, and she ignores me. I just close my eyes and wait for it. She sticks the needle in once, and digs. I mean totally digging for the damn vein. She comes back out, sticks it in again, and digs again. Can't get it. I tell her, again, that the right hand almost always works the first time. What does Big Mamma do? Goes to the damn left hand. Ok, whatever. She sticks - twice, and still digs. At this point, I'm in tears, and trying to talk through it. I usually pass out, but the head pains are apparently keeping me in the here and now.

So Big Mamma gives up and says, I have to go get another nurse. She patches me up, and leaves me for another 20 minutes. In the meantime, Michael gets there. Dunkin' Donuts from the front desk brings him back to the room - ugh.

Michael looks at me and says, Dear Lord! I have blood on my hand and arm, and I just know there is going to be all kinds of bruising at the site of Vein Assult '09.

Another nurse comes in, and we'll call her Crabby. She obviously hates her life - mid 40's in a gross flower patterned scrub uniform. At least she looks like she has done this more times than Big Mamma. She finds the veins on my right hand (finally), and sticks. And digs. I pull just slightly, and she yells "DON'T MOVE!!" I don't quite remember the next part, because I was in tears and she was yelling at me that my micro-movement almost stuck her BLAH BLAH BLAH. WHATEVER. It was an accident. If Big Mamma didn't dig so much, I wouldn't have flinched, thanks, Crabby! She then tries to make some small talk by asking me about morning sickness.

Don't get me started, lady. I told her that I had to be on medications and it was awful, so she goes into a story about how soda and crackers before opening her eyes in the morning helped. Dear Crabby, do you think I didn't try that, and everything else in the book? Thanks for FREAKING PLAYING!!!

I was just really irritated with Crabby, and immediately wanted Big Mamma Nurse back. Crabby then asked what I was there for, and I told her the abbreviated story. She looks at me and said, you know that you'll have migraines for 9 months, I don't know what we can do for you. Then goes into detail about how it was awful for her, but she got through it.

I almost threw her from the room. I was so mad. Whatever, she left after that, and I was polite and said thank you and sorry for almost poking her (which I don't think that I did), and she rolled her eyes and said "Yeah" and left the room.

The morphine kicked in, and I felt great. The pain level went to about a 2, which was awsome, they have me on fluids, the nurse practitioner comes back in, says awesome, and we're outta there. I felt weird afterword, but we went to the car, and I was STARVING - I'd been there for 5 hours, and the dumb pregnant lady didn't bring any snacks because she wasn't thinking. And she promptly threw up all of the fluids and meds they gave her at Urgent Care on the way home. It was amazing. I really hope it happens again.

Anyway, I get home, and slept, unfitfully (finally) for a couple of hours. You know what woke me up? The headache. It was back, full force. I was PISSED. So I just sit there, with a rag on my head, tried some claritin that the Nurse Practitioner suggested (which didn't work), and just watched Amazing Race, followed by a fitful night sleep. Yay.

This morning, I wake up, head raging, and I knew that I totally could NOT work in my office, with it's florecent lighting and noises up and down the hallway, so I worked half the day from home, in my nice, dimly lit home.

I called my OB AT 8 a.m., and requested to speak to the nurse. I go through the short version of the weekend's events, and mention that no one called me back Friday. The nurse was super nice, and said that it was her fault - she thought that the message was the old one from the previous Wednesday and threw it out. It was an accident, and accidents happen, so I was like, "It's ok". She said that she would talk to my OB today, and give me a call back.

Hi, it's 8 p.m. PST, and NO PHONE CALL. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, what do I have to do?!! I'm following protocol, processes, and procedures - could someone just call me back? Please?

So, I absolutely 100% have to be back at work tomorrow - I'm less than three weeks away from a major program that I am planning, and the fact that I've missed this much work already sucks. That's why I keep trying to work from home. That, and I'm going crazy.

So now of course I have Crabby Nurse in my head, saying "This will last alllll niiiinnneee moooonntthhss" and I want to smack her all over again. I really don't know what else the doctor is going to be able to do, but I at least need him to say "There is nothing else to do, suck it up". But I'm sure as hell not going to continue taking the narcotics - I've taken enough as it is. So, in the meantime, I'll just have to keep drinking all of my water, eating every 2 hours, and taking walks/exercising, and hope for the best.

Phew, the fiestiness seems to be leaving my body - lucky for Michael. :) And now Roxie is crawling all over me to get some sort of attention, so it must be time to go. And, here is her mark.... xsfffwwaffessasacscscscscsc.

Love her!

12 week ultrasound, NT test, and why I talk about pregnancy so much

Today, we had an NT scan, which is an ultrasound/blood test to review the possibility of Down Syndrome and Edwards Syndrome. Some women make the choice to not get this scan - I made the choice to b/c of some medications that I'm on, and I want to be sure things are progressing appropriately.

They are! We have a very small chance of either syndrome, so we have elected to not continue with the screenings/scans to identify further birth defects. Here is our bean at 12 weeks:

We are pretty sure we have a name for both a boy and a girl, but we aren't announcing them quite yet! :) However, we're reserving the right to change the name up until birth, LOL!

So, if you haven't noticed, I like to talk about my pregnancy. I like to talk about it a lot - it's new to us, I want to share with everyone! :) I love to learn about things, as well share our experiences with our friends and family. I know that not everyone understands this stance, and sometimes I get the "Oh my gosh, you are talking about it AGAIN" looks, or the "You're really talking about this so early?" looks. I am a pretty open person; Michael and I want to share our experiences as much as we can. I'm also pretty blunt, and pretty darn honest about stuff (if you didn't already know!! :) ). Anyway, if you are around me everyday, and you hear about the newest symptom or the continuation of old symptoms, that's why I talk about it all of the time - when I experience something, I talk about it a lot. It's who I am, and I'm cool with that.

Also, I think some of my hormones are leveling out, since most pregnancy comments don't bother me as much as they used to - even the "water" comments don't bother me as much! :) Instead of frustration, now it's more like, ::sigh::. Case in point - I keep being told how "young" we are to have kids. I'm 25! We got married when Michael was 22, and I was 23 - not 18 (like when I WANTED to get married, LOL). That makes me ::sigh:: because you're either too young...too old...too heavy...too skinny...too this, too that, blah blah blah. Pregnant or not, you're never going to win with everyone, so we should all stop trying! :)

I'm not trying to get all political and crap, but I will say how thankful we are to have healthcare. I couldn't imagine doing all of this without support from insurance; however, I hope we don't miss a hoop that we need to jump through, because if we do, it could be a costly mistake. So many people in this country don't have healthcare, and personally, if I were to not have insurance for some reason, I would want my child to have insurance. Some of you may know how hard it is to not have insurance available. I know how it sucks to be considered someone with a "pre-existing condition". That is why, after research on both sides, I have decided to support healthcare reform. If you aren't aware of the specifics, there is a lot of misinformation floating around - check out opinions on both sides, and make the decision for yourself. Ok, I'm done with political stuff. :)

That's probably it for now - I'm tired. This seems to be a pattern...maybe I'm pregnant! :)

Quick HAHAA - post 2 of the day

I'm on babycenter.com right now (remember, I woke up at 2:30 am - see previous post), and saw this:

I went off on a lady in Panda Express that told me I shouldn't eat Chinese food because I was pregnant. I said (and quote), "Oh really?! What the fuck do women in China eat? French food?" And then I told her husband (or whatever) that if she couldn't control herself in public she shouldn't be in public. He didn't say shit to me.

HAHAHAAAAA - it's a board discussing how a woman went off on another woman for smoking during pregnancy, and now everyone is discussing their stories. What a good laugh - I wish I was that witty!

(For those of you offended by the language - my apologies - it just wouldn't have the same effect without it).

Happy Thursday!

Sleep eludes me, quick update, quick opinion, and implementation of a "WTF Moment"

First, I would like to say THANK YOU to all the amazing feedback I've gotten about this blog! Not only is it a great outlet for me to talk about pregnancy, but also a way to keep friends/family updated on life. It's hard being pregnant so far away from family (say, 2,000 miles), but technology makes it so much easier. My poor Mom was pregnant with my sister when my Dad was stationed in Germany - talk about far away from home. She wasn't even on the same continent as her family, and really only had letters to communicate with them. That sucks, man. Technology makes this much easier.

I woke up to the dreaded "I'm on a boat" feeling (no, not the song) at 2:30 am. It's now 4:15, and I can't get back to sleep. The nausea/vomiting are back full force, despite the medication to help ward it off. On Tuesday it knocked me on my butt, and I hadn't been able to eat for about 24 hours. I started to feel "funky" (that's about the only word I have for it), so we went to Urgent Care. Long story short, my blood pressure was 112/76 (lower than usual), and my heart rate was 123 bpm (high for blood pressure being that low). The doc comes in, says, "You're really dehydrated", gave me fluids, anti-nausea meds, and potassium, and I went on to dry heave the entire time I was there. It was such an awesome experience, I made great relationships with the nurses, and I look forward to my next visit.

In all seriousness, it sucked, but I am really thankful that I didn't have to go to the hospital for that. That would have really been a not-pleasant experience. Sleep seems to elude me more often than not, so I wouldn't doubt that I will begin to come into the living room during the early morning hours, have Roxie fall asleep on my lap, and continue to update le blog. And if this dizziness could go away, that would be great - I literally fell over last night, had to lay on the floor, Michael's face worried and Roxie licking my face. ::sigh::

Anyway, another observation that I've had about the "pregnancy world" is how hard women can be on other women.

(I love the freecreditreport.com commercials - they make me laugh. Sorry, I got distracted.)

I was talking to my Mom yesterday, and we were discussing how it's hard to make decisions on what to do for pregnancy/birth/raising kids (i.e. breastfeeding vs. formula feeding, doula vs. no doula, epidural vs. no epidural, how long you have your child rear facing in the car - seriously, I've never thought about this stuff - no wonder I can't sleep). We also discussed how pregnant women/mothers can be so harsh and judgemental of other mothers - thankfully, I haven't experienced it first hand, but I am sure I will.

Case in point: I am part of the babycenter.com community, which has been really nice to discuss some of these issues with other women. You would be shocked to see how many threads there are slamming decisions made by other posters. One woman discussed why she was formula feeding, and she got huge backlash from other mothers who say mothers who don't breastfeed are just "lazy". I was shocked! Who is some random person online to say another mother isn't making the right decision for her child? I, of course, gave my opinion stating that they were rude, and although I had some strong supporters, some women just wrote me off. I couldn't believe it!

I'll be discussing my own opinions on some of these topics, but I also hope to have links to arguments on both sides, that way my non-preggo friends can start being informed on the decisions. You may not care right now, but you may in the future - just throwin' it out there.

I really hope that I don't turn into a judgemental soccer mom, who is so overbearing that she completely makes all the decisions for her kids. It's sad, there are so many things that I want to avoid that I'm afraid that motherhood is just going to stress me out 24/7, and I'm going to forget to enjoy it.

That brings me to another point. I need to stop and smell the roses, although the smell makes me nauseous (that's my lame attempt at a joke at 4:30 a.m.). I try to keep a good attitude; sometimes it's hard, but I always say my prayers about how thankful I am for the opportunity to be a mother. It's the most amazing job on the planet, and it's moments like these, quiet moments with my dog resting on my leg (while I get the tingling-your-leg-is-way-asleep feeling), an info-mercial playing in the background, and the hum of the refrigerator that I realize how truly lucky I am. I have a wonderful husband, my best friend, who has been amazing through this whole process, a loving dog, a roof over our heads, a great job, a great family, and good friends, both in Vegas & across the country. I guess I'm just feeling really thankful this morning, and I can't wait to meet little baby bean to show him/her how amazing life can be, no matter what is happening in your life (good or bad).

I'm gonna be a mamma - that's wweeeeiiird (I still have my moments!!). :)

(Can I just share how PUMPED I am that Beatles Rock Band comes out in less than a week?! I can't wait to have my parents visit us for Christmas and have my Dad try out the drums - it's going to be good times that we have to get on tape, believe me!!)

On the appointment update, I have a triple screen next week (September 9), which means they take a whole lot of blood and do an ultra sound to see if little bean is susceptible to Downs Syndrome and other birth defects. Some women choose not to get this, but I did b/c I have to be on medication for a pre-existing condition, so I thought it would be a good idea. What I hope they do NOT do (which I'm still finding out if they are doing this or not) is an amniocentesis. For those of you playing the home game, that's when they stick a huge needle (about a foot long) into your abdomen to take a sample of the baby's amniotic fluid. Can we say a resounding "Hell no". If they do it, they're going to have to knock me out, because...no. Nope. I can't even wrap my head around that. What if the poke the baby's head? My baby would have a damn hole in it's HEAD. Could we not stress me out? Thanks so much.

So lots of prayers that they aren't doing an amniocentesis, or else I may just cancel the appointment and just hope for the best. Yes, I am that big of a baby.

I travel to Ohio September 11 - 13 for my cousin's wedding - thank goodness I am getting out of the city so I can see family, even if it is for only two days. Just pray I make it through the plane ride out there and back, lol.

And today's "I'm SO tired of hearing this" doesn't come from me, it comes from a good friend that is due pretty soon. She works with a lot of students, and many people pop in her office and say "You're never going to come back to work", and "You're going to want to just stay home with the baby!" Her responses to me were quite funny - I'm sure you can imagine, LOL. BTW, she really enjoys her job, and is actually quite ok with coming back to work. Just a little shout-out to her! :)

And, finally, I'm implementing something new: each blog is going to have a "WTF Moment". This edition: "Man slaps a stranger's screaming child" (http://www.inquisitr.com/35612/man-slaps-a-strangers-screaming-baby-in-wal-mart/). Really - we're serious?! I would rip that man apart - lord help the person who lays a hand on my child (see, I'm already getting all protective of my little bean!!).

Enjoy that article - it's enough to say "WTF".

Remember the days where you could eat food? Yeah, me either.

It's been about 6 weeks since we found out we were having a baby - and I would love to say that it has been the most amazing experience of my life, and that I want a million babies. But I can't say that. Wish I could, but I can't. Don't judge.

Pregnancy has been less than easy for me. Whenever I thought of being pregnant, I knew it would be hard, but I also though there would be days of blissful thoughts of my baby, rubbing my stomach on the deck, looking at the mountains, drinking some lemonade.

HA. In my dreams!

First, yes, I do have blissful thoughts about my baby - that part is very true (and I smile and get excited all over again). But when I wake up at 2:15 in the morning dry heaving on my pillow I start to think if there is A FREAKING DEMON IN PLACE OF MY CHILD. My stomach pooches out, which I didn't think would bother me, but it does, the mountains are getting old, it's still 110 outside, and lemonade makes bile come up into my mouth. So much for the picture perfect pregnancy.

Before anyone freaks out, no, I don't think my child is a demon, but my little bean is absolutely sucking the life out of me. Like, completely dry. I've had severe nausea since 5 weeks (I'm 10 weeks now), I have to keep my office door shut because I randomly dry heave, I couldn't eat anything, I am now on meds for nausea/vomiting, and what I do eat makes me absolutely sick for about 2 hours (but at least I am getting something down).

When does this start getting fun?

One week, I couldn't get enough Popsicles and sno-cones. The next week, Trix cereal was AWESOME. Milk still makes me gag. Greasy food is a no-no. Grilled cheese? AWESOMER THAN ANYTHING. But what sucks is that what works for me today, will absolutely kill me tomorrow. Funny how that works.

I am getting larger - I haven't been able to fit in my clothes for a few weeks now, which is exciting and depressing all at the same time. I thought, since I'm already a "full figured" gal, it wouldn't bother me all that much, but the changes that happen with your body mess with your mind. I will miss the opportunity of having a cute little baby bump, because people won't really be able to notice until November anyway, and those who don't know me won't ask me when I'm due, ever, because they don't want to offend a non-pregnant fat lady.

And, before anyone asks, I will not be taking side "progression" photos. Period. I already feel soooo uncomfortable with my body, so I don't want to do it and have people say "I see no difference". It's awkward being heavy and pregnant. And it sucks.

Case in point: When I told a person from work (who I only work with on occasion, and does not work in the same building as I do) that we were expecting, his eyes immediately go to my stomach and goes, "Really?" But not the "Really?" excited "Really", it was the "Really, because I don't believe you because you just look fat". The eyebrows were all furrowed and everything, and had the headcock to one side as if to ask "Are you serious?" . I wanted to crawl under a table and die. (And no, I did not take this the wrong way - I went over the scenario in my brain a number of times).

And there was another guy at work who said this summer (before we were pregnant, but we were trying), "I'll never let my wife get pregnant when she is fat - that is so selfish of her. My wife knows that if she wants a child, she needs to keep working out". My jaw almost hit the floor. Really? Selfish? AND, you are talking to a heavier woman of child bearing age. Hey, IDIOT, do you have a pea for a brain? Watch what you say!

Overall, I have my good days and my bad days - today was a not so good day. I try to make it a good day, and overall it is, but my body seems to be so angry right now. I would like some happiness back in my body, please. Thanks so much.

Off to make a grilled cheese - that sounds damn good.

Shocker: Babies do not come from H2O

Oh. Oh, this saying and it's many variations.

"OMG, you drank the water!!"
"What kind of fertility drugs do you put in your water?"
"Man, I'm not drinking the water!"

::sigh:: And now begins the silly, cutsie comments surrounding pregnancy.

Just so we are on the same page, babies don't come from water, storks, or anything weird. It's when a sperm fertilizes an egg, and that egg embeds itself into the uterine wall. The sperm gets into the egg by a man and woman having relations. Everyone caught up? Good.

I don't know where this statement came from, but whoever first said it deserves to be punched in the face.

I first started hearing this statement when we were secretly TTC (that's short for Trying To Conceive, for you non-pregnant folk), and I had a couple of friends at work who recently became pregnant. One of them has an office next to mine, so I got to hear all of the cutsie comments for a full 6 months before we got pregnant (that may or may not be why they annoy the crap out of me at this point).

Anywho, every time they came and talked to her (we'll call her "T"), they would immediately stick their head in my office and say "Don't drink the water, we don't need another pregnant lady around here!!". Yes, people said it to be funny, and I get that, but after 15 times of hearing it during the SAME DAY, it gets old. Thanks. They had NO idea that we had been trying for a few cycles, and kept being disappointed. If it was that easy to get pregnant, I WOULD DRINK ALL OF THE DAMN WATER.

This leads to another pet peeve - how rude people can be when not realizing it, by asking "When are you having kids?" and "When are we going to see little ones?". Do people not realize that some couples are having fertility issues, and can't conceive easily? Do you realize that you asking and pressuring them about it, constantly reminding them of it, basically makes some feel like a failure? Ugh, I cringe every time I hear someone say it to someone else, just like I cringed when people said it to me - and we were only trying for a few months!

Now that we are pregnant, every single one of those people have come up to me and said "YOU DRANK THE WATER!!!". NO, I actually didn't. I just let it roll off my back for a little while, until a friend (that happens to be a student, and whom I'm pretty close to) comes to see me today. He had mentioned the dreaded "water" comment before, so I thought he had it out of his system. But, alas, it came tumbling out of his mouth, and I said, without missing a beat:

"No, I didn't drink the water. Didn't you know, people don't get pregnant from drinking water? I got pregnant from having sex with my husband!"

Seriously, it came rolling out, in the middle of the hallway, and really loud. Kinda embarrassing. (And the situation that lead me to starting this blog, because that probably shouldn't happen again - although the other people in the hallway laughed really hard).

But SERIOUSLY - his sperm + my egg = a fetus in my uterus, protected by the all-encompassing placenta. Then BING (like a stove!), March 28th, all done, welcome to the world, baby bean! No water needed to create a child. Who wouldda thought - it's a miracle!!

That ALSO brings me to the point that I've also heard "You just like you needed to join in, huh?", "Oh, you're part of that 'special group' now?", and "Oooh, you jumped on the bandwagon" and stuff like that. People say that because about 100 other people are pregnant or wives are pregnant in the small amount of offices that are on the 3rd floor of the Student Union. I actually have wanted a child for a long time, and was waiting for the husband to hop on board, thanks, and it wasn't POOF, I want a kid! I didn't just "hop on the bandwagon" - I'm not a sports fan who decides to jump on board with another team for the World Series, assholes. I planned, I studied, I went to doctors, I got opinions for nearly 8 months before we started TTC - it may not be as long as some people planned for, but WHATEVER.

This pregnant chick is done for now, because it seems to be the norm that I need a million hours of sleep. For those of you who have known me awhile, I've always had TONS of energy - not so much anymore. ::sigh:: I'll probably have no more energy for about 20 years...totally worth it, though!! :)

YAY! More later...

Introduction to the madness

Instead of filling my own happy-go-lucky "family" blog with my rantings of being pregnant, I figured I would just begin a new one. I'm sure my husband would not readily appreciate me ranting about morning sickness or stupid comments in our regular blog, so I thought I would be nice.

This blog is not for the faint of heart. Although I often seem pretty easy going, there are usually 100 smart a** comments I'm prepared to make at any given time. Pregancy makes that worse for me (I seem to have lost my "filter"), and I've noticed that I need more of an outlet to remove the possibility of snapping a smarty remark to someone I care about (specifically family, the husband, and friends at work).

I don't really care if people read this or not, but if you do, please don't be offended by my rantings, or automatically assume they are about you. They may be, but probably not. If they were about you, don't worry, I would tell you straight out.

I will say this - you really don't know how it is to be pregnant until you are pregnant. I always thought my mom and sister were full of crap when the "Meg, you just don't know how it is to be a mother" comments started. Frankly, those comments always pretty much pissed me off. Not sure if that is true, but it DEFINITELY is true that you don't know how it is to be pregnant until you are.

So, be prepared for some moaning and complaining, but also for the little celebrations of being pregnant, and being able to tell EVERYONE about it. I'm sure I'll write again soon, because I already want to write about 50 topics that come to my mind right about now.

If you follow the blog - hooray! If you read that introduction and say, hmmm, is she going to just be b*tching about everything about pregancy? Please know that you are wrong. I am going to just be writing to assist me to get through - happy or sad - and I hope to get some laughs along the way.

Besides, 2 fabulous ladies from work are going to go have their babies soon, and I want to keep them up to date on my rantings since they will no longer be 10 feet from my office and be able to hear it from my mouth.

Ok, more later. Don't worry, it will be soon.

Upcoming topics include: Judgements from other people about certain things (i.e. readiness to procreate, when you started telling people, etc), losing the "filter" during pregnancy, dealing with what is deamed to be "funny" or "cute" comments (usually the same comment 1500 times in one day), stupid people who drive in Las Vegas (ok, maybe not so much about Pregnancy, but something that makes me mad nonetheless).

This is going to be super fun!! :)