Well, I know those of you who don't get to chat with me on a regular basis have been dying to hear some of my sarcastic wit and wisdom. I know you all miss me terribly and are wondering what I have been up to. I apologize in advance, this first entry is going to be a novel - I have some catching up to do. In addition to droning away at my marketing job each day and tending to my beloved Dottie & Millie babes, trying to sell our house and find another one to live in, I have managed to get myself knocked up. Hubby & I decided to go for it and sure enough, he slipped one past the goalie in no time at all! I am officially 15 weeks preg-a-rooty-tooty and due around February 5, 2007. It's pretty scary, but it is so exciting and surreal to know that a little baby Gordo is growing inside my body. We heard the heartbeat on July 11, and I will tell you that the first time you hear it, it is music to your ears. Until this time, I was sure the doctor would tell me it was all a mistake (despite the four home pregancy tests and blood test)!
Although I don't think most people can tell that I am pregs, in my mind I have reached the "is she getting fat or is she pregnant?" stage. My pants were a little tighter than I needed them to be today. My little jacket is a little more snug in the middle than I'd like, and it's not fun. Keep in mind you are speaking with a woman who is terrified of someone thinking she is fat. A woman who slaves in the gym (usually to no avail). It's quite frightening. I am keeping my fingers crossed that one day when my belly officially "pops out" that I will no longer be bothered since it will be obvious that I am with child. I will tell you that my belly is probably harder than it will ever be in my life, which is a joy! I may be so candid as to tell you that I am purchasing stock in the Palmer's Stretch Mark Cocoa Butter Cream company, for I slather myself with it twice a day. I can only hope that the gods that were so kind to my mother and sister will bless me with no stretch marks as well. I know the body will do what it will, but it will comfort me greatly to know that I did my best to prevent it. A definite plus of the pregancy is that my boobies are so perky it's unreal and I want to show 'em off! For those of you who know me well (and those of you who aren't legally blind), we're all aware that nature has made me well-endowed in the chest area. They are bigger (not a lot, but enough), and they are unreal and this is something I could get used to - on a smaller scale, of course. I'll save you the anguish of hearing what else is going on with my boobs right now. And I will not be proud of them in about 5.5 months when the old milk comes in because right now I envision myself with wet spots, toppling forward at the sheer magnitude of them.
So far, I do not have any cravings, but I am told that it will happen in later months. I hope I am not the mom-to-be that craves double Quarter Pounders with Super Sized fries...and if I do, I hope I can fight the urge and not become a violent, psycho pregnant woman who holds a gun to her husband's head at 3 in the morning until he runs to the local McDonalds to purchase the extra value meal #3. Maybe I will crave something delightfully healthy, like carrot sticks and celery stalks. RIIIIGHT...you're talking to a girl who could eat cheese by the block and drink ranch (only the good kind - Tanner's girls know what I'm referring to) out of a jug.
I will tell you, despite my ranting, pregancy really is delightful...I get all sorts of special treatment, I've been told I'm radiant! Glowing! I get to buy new clothes (maternity wear has come a long way, folks!), I get to nap a lot more! I do miss the occasional cocktail (ok, binge is more like it), but this is so much better. I get a little punkin...I can't wait to see what it looks like and who it becomes. I can't wait to experience the rest of this pregnancy - feeling the baby move is something that I am really looking forward to. Today we go back to the doctor and I'm hoping to see a picture of the little peanut. We aren't finding out what it is...I really want to be surprised when I finally meet the baby. In the meantime, I'll keep you posted...love you all!
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