Lucky for you, a Trojan virus has attacked my computer and limited my word vomit and screen time- there’s way too much to share.
My identity has been stolen and my credit cards have been recreated and used in Italy at several art dealerships to the tune of several thousand dollars. The good news… they were declined. Good call CitiBank. When they called and asked if it was me, I told them any charges that weren’t made at a grocery store in Missouri wasn’t me- I’m glamorous like that.
It’s official… to quote my doctor (and another reason I love him besides him looking at my chart wrong and thinking I was only 34)… “yep, you’re knocked up.” The heartbeat has been seen- only one- praise GOD! ETA is sometime in November.
There is a bottle of Glucola in my fridge, insulin needles and lancets on my dresser- I’m ready to get my diabetic groove on (for the 5th time!) and the bad attitude that comes with not being able to eat anything that’s not a plant.
I’m retaining water and ballooning in not the cute pregnant way which makes me sad. I’m a fashion plate wearing my husband’s t-shirts which are the only shirts large enough to encase my boobs- I wish I were kidding!
I’m pukey, but not the good kind of pukey that you get relief from- just the lingering pukey feel that hangs around in your throat ALL DAY AND NIGHT.
I have told my parents and my kids. Well, my dad read my blog, hello inappropriateness. Mom and dad were great about it- bringing me to tears and taking a load off. Most of my kids were excited. The eleven year old diva has been trying to soak it in. She doesn’t deal well with life changes that don’t make her the center of attention. My son is hoping desperately for a brother. Although we said we we’re going to keep the news under wraps for a while, my five year old has told her teachers, preschool friends and their parents, and strangers in the park- so much for that plan.
Thanks for all the well wishes. I am still a bundle of nerves about all the details. I am freaked. But I’m getting better.
Thank goodness they need so many months in there. Even with planned pregnancies, it took me every single moment to come to terms with what was happening.
And pregnant boobs? AGH. That’s really all I can say about that.
God bless your boobs…. I totally understand.
congratulations. =]
Due in November… maybe just a couple of months more of the nausea? Hang in there, and congratulations.
And, we’re always here for you! xo
Knocked up! Congrats!
I had gestational diabetes with all 3 of my kids and the nausea with both of my girls too… that part SUCKS… If I were you I would milk this and get all the help you can
I am sooo sorry to hear about your computer issues and all that money you almost spent on art that you would have never seen!! Thank goodness that is all resolved!!
I am so glad to hear that your family was so supportive! I only know them as you type them but somehow I suspected they would be supportive.
I was sick with nausea for 4 months straight with my second pregnancy…the ONLY thing that helped me was Emerol (I think that is the name of it). It is a purple syrup that kinda reminds me off cough syrup and the nausea would subside immediately after I took it!! My doc told me to try B4 suppliments and candied ginger. That didn’t work. The Emerol did. The relief only lasted for about an hour so I drank it like it was a margarita!! Good luck!!!
Oh- and try eating lots of protein throughout the day, like a handful of almonds within a couple of hours after breakfast. It should help keep nausea at bay and keep your BS steady.
I really enjoyed that trip to Italy, but damn, was I pissed when I couldn’t get that awesome art collection I wanted!
So, does this mean you’ll be bringing a new bundle to Christmas brunch? Lord, how I love NOT living vicariously through all you younger people. God was good when she only gave me one. Also, your Dad had mentioned your blog as “suggested reading”. Works for me!
Someone tried to use my dad’s credit cards last week! Desperate times bring the criminals out. Glad it was resolved. Congratulations on the baby!
Sad when our credit cards can see the world without us.
Pregnant boobs for me meant that I could actually fill out my shirts, normally I’m miss no boobs.
It seems as though everything is happening all at once for you, I’m pretty sure that means that the rest of your pregnancy (and life) will be smooth sailing…right?
See…I go away and have a life for awhile and you go and get yourself knocked up. I guess you’ll be staying home for another 5 years or so?!?!? Nice plan.
Congrats, sista!
congratulations! That’s wonderful news, and it’s great that you’ve got support. And funny that your dad got the news via your blog.
And the identity theft, what a nightmare!
As someone who had a breast reduction when I was 21 to get rid of the extra 3 sizes I didn’t want anymore on my 5 foot frame… going back to a DDD for each pregnancy pretty much sucked big monkey dick.
Bless you and your boobs. I don’t wish those on anyone! (not yours… just sayin’).
Aw, Tena, I’m so glad your mom and dad are being so supportive!
Wow. That’ll teach me for dropping out of bloggyland for too long.
Congratulations. Sorry about the ickiness. I second the Emetrol rec. from above. It comes in yummy lemon mint flavor. I drank it by the case. (Em)