stories and symptoms...

Foxy has asked me two questions that I never had the courtesy to answer. Sorry Foxy! I'm getting them both here!

Foxy wanted to know how I told Jeff I was pregnant. So, let's travel back in time 3 weeks. I had told myself that I wasn't going to test until Friday, but decided that Tuesday that I was testing the next morning. I just *knew* it was going to be negative and wanted a couple days to get over it before we headed to Kansas for the 4th. On Wednesday morning, I woke up at 7. I laid in bed and tried to go back to sleep, but the only thing I could think about was taking the darn test. So, I got up, peed on the stupid stick, sat it in front of the sink, and then sat myself down on the side of the tub to wait. I didn't even turn the lights on. I just sat there in the dim bathroom glaring at the stick and cursing it in my head. After about 2 minutes, I thought to myself "I'm going to look at it, see the negative, and go back to sleep." Instead, when I picked it up, it said "Pregnant". I left the bathroom, jumped on top of Jeff, who slept through all this inner turmoil of mine, and said "Hey. This stick says I'm pregnant!"

Have I mentioned he's been telling everyone that I'm pregnant? I mean everyone. Complete strangers. I think half the state of Texas knows by now.

Foxy also wanted to know how I'm feeling. I'm tired. Like, really, really tired. Like, sleeping for 10 hours a night and still having a 2 or 3 hour nap. Like having to sit down and rest after moving laundry from the washer to the dryer tired. But, other than that, I'm pretty good. I had really horrible heartburn, but it stopped. No morning sickness yet. No food cravings. In fact, I have a strong aversion to all food right now. I have no desire to eat, and feel full faster than I used to.

And, I'm nervous about tomorrow's sonogram. Scared we'll find 3 heartbeats, or 4 heartbeats, or no heartbeats. I'm so ready to get it over with.

Positivity and Doubts

First off, I'd like you to see what I woke up to this morning:



Yes, that's the new puppy, in his new crate, after having spent all night destroying the new pillow he was supposed to sleep in. Little bugger managed to tear the zipper pull off, rip the zipper open, and pull out the stuffing that way.

Tonight, he's sleeping on a towel.

Now, onto the real reason for this post. Thanks to Dory over at Just Keep Swimming, I'm trying really hard to be positive. So, at lunch, I gave Jeff a list of all the reasons I think I might be pregnant this time around. 1. My acne has gone haywire. It's bad at the best of times (thanks to my Dad's side of the family), but it has gone nuts the past week. It's too soon for it to be PMS acne, ergo: it must be pregnancy acne. (I'm very logical...ha). 2. Cramps. Not the normal, on the side, PMS-y cramps, but massive, hurts-to-stand middle of my stomach below my belly button cramps. They were the worst on Wednesday, but I'm still feeling them on and off. Again, too early to be PMS. 3. I'm sleeping like crap. I actually don't know how this points to me being preggers, but I am usually a champion sleeper.

Unfortunately, tonight all that optimism has gone out the window. I'm convinced the acne is just getting gradually worse anyway, the cramps are PMS cramps, just early, the sleep is because of the puppy. Also, I'm beginning to have the awful mood swings that always accompany PMS for me.

Still a week until I can test. It's soooooo far away. Oh yeah, and I had my progesterone test yesterday: 41!