Well the cats out of the bag...

Well I think the 5 people that would read these posts have been all caught up on our recent events. And just because I need practice saying it, I'm pregnant.

The first question everyone all asks is "are you excited?"

Hmmm, that's a tough one to answer. You never want to look at someone who is clearly excited for you and say umm not really, more like terrified with a little bit of overwhelmed. So I am practicing saying "I sure am".

So now to clarify my response...each and everyone needs to remember that you are looking at the girl that while she was growing up played barbies but was their maid because she didn't like it when their house was dirty. Loved her Lilian doll (my cabbage patch doll), but only because she could learn how to braid hair...and in my house if you knew how to braid hair and would play with Mom's hair you could stay up late and watch extra TV. I can't hold babies unless they are dropped off on my lap while I'm not paying attention, but you can be sure that I won't ever walk around with them because after all what happens if my legs give out or my knees buckle and we both go down. I can't even look at tummies when babies are kicking because they scare me, what if the foot makes it out of the skin, should I push it back in? I went in to my blood drawn, apparently they need my blood worse than I do, and she brought out 5 vials to fill. I looked at her and asked am I going to pass out if you take that much blood, she laughed and said no. And then I proceeded to ask if I could get some juice just in case, again she only answered me with a laugh. Drawing the blood went off without a hitch but I still have a bruise on my arm. Of course I should get used to having my arm hurt because they are forcing me to get a flu shot, even though I said I haven't ever got one and better yet I don't really think I have ever gotten the flu, to which my doctor said well you've never been pregnant either, you're getting the shot. Luckily, in a 2 hour visit with my new doctor she already knows how to deal with me, it's like sitting at the table and having Mom say just eat it and shut up. Oh yeah and I'm taking vitamins which I think it a cruel way to get back at people like me that don't have morning sickness...what is in these little capsules of death that could possibly make my stomach hurt so bad. I can drink both vinegar and hot sauce directly out of the bottle, but can't ingest these pills without feeling sick. I did speak with a friend the other day and she gave me a good idea, take them before you go to bed and sleep through the sickness, that's helping.

One of the funniest things that has happened is the fact that Joe has not came to any of my doctor's appointments yet, I mean why would he come to a lab to get my blood drawn or an annual physical. But he is apparently distraught at the shear thought of this, every time I make it home with more paperwork (who says having a baby doesn't come with instructions) he looks at me and says really babe another appointment you wouldn't LET me go to. LOL, awesome! Do you want to come and sit in the waiting room while I get weighed, poked and proded? Then his face changed and asked well she didn't poke you hard right and like hurt the baby? I was able to pass on the blood lady's laugh at this point, and say I think we were both ok.