A post too long in the making.
Okay, it's totally, 100% official. I'm pregnant. At least a month along, at the moment (won't know for sure until my first OBGYN appointment, which is on Jan. 5th). I've had time to get used to the idea, though it still scares me somewhat. It's still sort of abstract at the moment, as I'm not really feeling any physical signs yet (besides tiredness and sore breasts). One good thing - no morning sickness! :) I suppose that once I can feel the baby move (or at least hear its heartbeat) it'll become more real.
I still hope I have a girl. :)
It's amazing how excited everyone is. My dad is so happy, he keeps patting my belly every time he sees me. And Johnnie's dad has surprised us both and called on several occasions to see how I am and to tell me to call him if I need anything (Johnnie swore he isn't like that - he showed no interest when his ex was pregnant, but then again he hated her, so...). It's all wonderful.
Oh...and Thom has to struggle to keep from buying baby stuff every five minutes. *Snicker* That's so cute. :) Did I mention that we named him godfather? Probably not. I don't remember. I really need to post more. :P
I came home from work today and found a dead mouse (a rather small one, actually) in my living room. Either my cat killed it, which is unlikely (he's afraid of his own tail sometimes), or the thing wandered into the living room and had a heart attack (which is even more unlikely, I think). My opinion is that he probably tried to play with it and stepped on the poor thing (I didn't see any teeth marks or whatever when I threw it out). But either way, I've been calling him "Mighty Hunter" all evening. :) As much as he's meowing and wandering around begging for attention, he seems to enjoy it.
I miss my husband. He's been working during the weeks about 3 1/2 hours (in good weather) away from home, so he's only here on the weekends. It sucks. A lot. I wish he could be here, especially now that I'm finally pregnant. I'm not far along, which is good, and I'll need him here more as time goes on. But it would still be nice. Hopefully he'll be able to find something closer to home before I get too round to move anymore. :/
I'm turning 30 on the 18th (of January). That's a milestone I'm not looking forward to.
Anyhow... Enough babbling. It's bedtime for me and my little bundle (which, according to the book I got, is about the size of a large piece of rice). I'll write more as I find the time to, and as more stuff happens that I consider even remotely blogworthy.
Good night.
I still hope I have a girl. :)
It's amazing how excited everyone is. My dad is so happy, he keeps patting my belly every time he sees me. And Johnnie's dad has surprised us both and called on several occasions to see how I am and to tell me to call him if I need anything (Johnnie swore he isn't like that - he showed no interest when his ex was pregnant, but then again he hated her, so...). It's all wonderful.
Oh...and Thom has to struggle to keep from buying baby stuff every five minutes. *Snicker* That's so cute. :) Did I mention that we named him godfather? Probably not. I don't remember. I really need to post more. :P
I came home from work today and found a dead mouse (a rather small one, actually) in my living room. Either my cat killed it, which is unlikely (he's afraid of his own tail sometimes), or the thing wandered into the living room and had a heart attack (which is even more unlikely, I think). My opinion is that he probably tried to play with it and stepped on the poor thing (I didn't see any teeth marks or whatever when I threw it out). But either way, I've been calling him "Mighty Hunter" all evening. :) As much as he's meowing and wandering around begging for attention, he seems to enjoy it.
I miss my husband. He's been working during the weeks about 3 1/2 hours (in good weather) away from home, so he's only here on the weekends. It sucks. A lot. I wish he could be here, especially now that I'm finally pregnant. I'm not far along, which is good, and I'll need him here more as time goes on. But it would still be nice. Hopefully he'll be able to find something closer to home before I get too round to move anymore. :/
I'm turning 30 on the 18th (of January). That's a milestone I'm not looking forward to.
Anyhow... Enough babbling. It's bedtime for me and my little bundle (which, according to the book I got, is about the size of a large piece of rice). I'll write more as I find the time to, and as more stuff happens that I consider even remotely blogworthy.
Good night.
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