Nap time

Things are about the same (pukey, pimply, dizzy, peeing every five minutes, etc.) with the addition that I now need an afternoon nap. Today I was sitting at the computer, working away and all of a sudden my eyes started doing that drooping thing they do during really boring meetings.

I gave my head a quick shake to try and wake up, which lasted for about three seconds. Admitting defeat, I took off my pants and settled in for a nice, hour-long nap. Woke up feeling refreshed and got back to work. Let's see how well I sleep tonight - I'm notorious for avoiding naps because I can never sleep later that night.

I gotta say, being able to take a pantsless nap in the middle of the afternoon is definitely one of the perks of working at home.

Where is the joy, I ask you? WHERE?

Oh my god, why does EVERYTHING make me want to throw up? I am STARVING and yet, if I put one morsel into my mouth, I suddenly feel like I've eaten lead shot. Bleargh. The books said this wasn't supposed to start until next week.

Meanwhile, my skin hates the baby. My forehead looks like Southeast Asia. I'm more of a pimply-faced teenager now than when I was an actual teenager.

Also, I am gassy yet constipated, which is a really interesting combination. Plus, I seem to get dizzy every time I stand up. And best of all, I found a hair growing where they normally...um, don't (oh, just see if you can guess where). That was horrifying and I am praying that either A) No more grow there because OMG, EW, I am a circus freak; or B) If they do, I will be so busy experiencing the many other joys of pregnancy that I won't notice and neither will Mr. Fantastic because OMG, EW.

Mr. F's Auntie Trish says I'm "blooming." That must be a very nice, British way of ignoring the fact that I'm barfy, zitty, gassy and hairy. When's the part where I'm glowy and beautiful?

In other news, this week, the peanut is now bigger than an actual peanut and looks like Alien, although the books promise the tail will be going away soon.

I'm baaack!

Hi hi hi! I am back. I feel like I've been gone forever!

So, our trip to Vegas was fun but fairly uneventful. Got some quality pool time in, which is the thing I was looking forward to most. We stayed at the MGM and our room was excellent - awesome bed, great view. Ate at my favorite restaurant, Mon Ami Gabi in the Paris hotel. It was really great to see some of the extended family from London, too.

I was pretty worn out by the time we got home late Sunday night, and then we had to get up early and go to the water park on Monday for my neice's 11th birthday. If I hadn't promised her at Christmas that I'd go (signed a contract and everything!) I would have slept all day instead. I need a vacation after my vacation!

Where's the loo?

Okay, who invented this having-to-pee-all-the-time thing? Because I had to pee a lot before. Now? We are bordering on comical.

I feel like those commercials with the giant ladies' room symbol and the woman with the sympathetic voice or those dancing balloons that are about to explode are talking directly to me. My faithful books tell me this is due to hormones right now but that later it will be due to the watermelon sitting on my bladder. Dude, right now it's just a tadpole.

Tadpole!

So I signed up at this website and I get an email every day telling me what the peanut is doing/looking like/etc that day.

Today's email tells me the peanut is about the size of an orange seed and resembles a tadpole, "with a rudimentary head and a tail." But also not to worry, because it won't actually become a frog.

Um, thank you for that previously unnecessary reassurance.

Vegas! Zzzz...

So we just got back from Vegas with a bunch of family. It was pretty fun - we ate at some restaurants I really like and I spent some quality time at the pool. But wow, is Vegas a different place when you're not drinking.

Not to mention, I was a complete wet blanket and was so exhausted I had to go bed by like 10pm every night. Considering how I was feeling and being less than two months in, I was surprised to see so many women like a trillion months pregnant while we were there.

With the being tired and having to pee every five minutes, I don't think I'd ever choose Vegas as a getaway to take whilst pregnant if we hadn't already had the trip planned and paid for before we found out.

Also, naturally, as I'd predicted, my sister-in-law sussed I had some news to tell at dinner when I declined to have any wine. I'd figured either she or my mother-in-law would see that I wasn't drinking and immediately guess. It was pretty funny, I said no to the wine and she said, kind of joking, "Do you have something you need to tell everyone?..." and I said, "Well...yes!" and everyone got all excited and clapped and it was really kind of fun. I was sort of nervous about making a big ol' announcement but everyone was so pleased for us that I didn't mind.

Vegas!

Hokay! Mr. F and I are off to Las Vegas this afternoon. YAY! Looking forward to some quality pool time at the MGM and playing some poker.

We'll be back late Sunday night, but then we're up early Monday to spend the day at Water World for my neice's birthday. So I'm offline until Tuesday. Have a great week(end)! *kisses*

Oops!

I've been fretting over when to tell people. We already told my dad and brothers and are figuring to tell Mr. Fantastic's mom and sister when we go to Vegas next week. (They'll prolly figure it out anyway, when I don't have a pina colada at the pool, so.)

I was wanting to wait until three months to tell anyone besides our immediate family but I accidentally screwed that up when I had all my girl cousins over for happy hour to celebrate my birthday. I knew I was walking thin ice anyway since I wouldn't be drinking, but I thought maybe I could get away with having iced tea in a glass and not prompt too many questions.

I had my camera out and we were taking pictures and next thing I know, two of my cousins were looking through the stored photos and came across the one Mr. F took of me holding the pregnancy test the day we found out. I had totally forgotten it was on there or I never would have left my camera out. Oops!

So I was in the kitchen and as I'm walking back out to the living room, one of them calls out, asking if I'm pregnant. I stopped in my tracks, all these thoughts running through my head, but mostly, How did they figure it out?! and What kind of evidence do they have? and Holy crap, I wasn't prepared for this! And then I saw them holding the camera and immediately figured out what had happened. Busted. I had no idea what to say and ultimately went with a tentative and stunned "Ah...uh...yes?"

Well, a great cheer went up and they were all hugely excited for me and of course I'm so glad especially that Heidi knows now so we can go through it together. And bonus, since she's two months ahead of me, she can tell me what to expect better than my books can!

I still have a few friends that I mainly see for events like happy hour, all of whom have requested to meet up in the next couple weeks - I guess I'll need to let them in on it as well. I feel very vaguely that I'm letting them down since I can't be their drinking buddy anymore. I know that's silly - I can still see them, still hang out, I'll just be having juice. I know everyone will just be happy for me - I think it's more the realization that wow, my life and my lifestyle is already changing and we haven't even heard the baby's heart beat yet!

Banana fana fo farlie...

Mr. Fantastic keeps kidding about naming the baby Charlie.

...at least, I think he's kidding.

Because of science

Now that I think about it, I can't believe how quickly I got pregnant. No, seriously, because of the PCOS we had really resigned ourselves to it taking at least six months.

I know I need not remind you of my temperature charting obsession. I was just now looking at the spreadsheet (shut up) to remind myself of exactly how pregnant I am (21 or 22 days) and realized that I got pregnant either the second or third time we "tried." !!! I'm amazed! And now I just keep remembering Heidi telling me it would happen sooner than I thought it would because I was being so obsessive and scientific about charting and trying on the right days and everything.

We even did a dry run in April - I had gone off birth control but was advised by my OBGYN and surgeon to use an alternate method for April while my body cleared the hormones. Anyway, starting in April, I was charting obsessively to get into the habit and to get an idea of the pattern I should look for in May when we went prime time.

And whammo, right out of the gate! Who knew all that crazy science stuff actually worked?