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So. This pregnancy is officially at 12 weeks. My nausia is subsiding, it really hit its stride around Thanksgiving and I couldn't eat much. I love my PA at the Dr.'s office I go to because she's totally explained EVERYTHING about this crap. Like how I can't eat much, and I if I don't eat, I get nausiated. I burp and fart A LOT, and now I know why. My blood pressure is finally at a sane place, but there's also a reason for that, too. A million different reasons why the little spawn is messing with pretty much every aspect of my life. Awww. Gross. Find out sex around Jan 25, Semi-official due date June 14. Flag day. Strangely I'm also pregnant at the same time as my Aunt, we'll be making an Aunt out of my baby sister before she's 8, my brothers will be uncles at 18, 15, and 12. Alan's sister didn't pick up the phone no matter how many times we called, so his sister now knows via answering machine...sucks, yes, but when she never picked up the phone or called back, it apparently frustrated Alan enough just to leave it on her voice mail. Mom is excited as hell. Dad... is... mediocre, I guess. I made Kevin cry he was so happy. Boah is excited and gets pissed when my mom calls it "Baby Ginny" because he seriously wants a nephew so he can "Hang out with the kid" and rub off some of his "cool". Benah is suspiciously quiet. Bug and Renii don't know yet, because dad has a three month rule and three months just passed... he wants me to tell them by coming down for Christmas but there's no way in hell the new job will allow that. I have 2 days off, we'll figure out a way to tell the little ones eventually.
I have another doctor's appointment on Friday. I'm a little excited, a little nervous, apparently I'll get to hear the heartbeat. Its a little freaky to think about. Since you can't tell my looking at me, this whole thing doesn't really feel real yet. Seeing as I used to get nausious just my worrying or thinking too hard about things, this whole thing could just be a fluke. I'm guessing the heartbeat will actually make it feel a bit more real.I'm also guessing being able to actually tell I'm all preggo will probably make it real. Right now I'm just normal fat old me, not preggo-fat yet, just Kat-sized. What's weird is, people who know keep attributing any of my moodiness to the pregnancy. Some of it, yes, is the whole hormone thing, but most of time I'm just being me, who yes, is slightly moody and blunt. I did start crying at an e-mail that wasn't inflammitory or upsetting at all, THAT was pregnancy. You asking me if I like your shoes and me saying not really, cannot be blamed on the lemon-sized creature sucking my life-stuff and feeding me fresh hormones, but can be blames on the fact that they are bright orange gym shoes with chunk heels. Likewise, however, I've been sarcastically using it as an excuse for everything. i forgot to tie my shoe or can't find matching socks-- Those're totally the baby's fault, definitely not because my room is a mess or I was running late. That would be sarcasm, not hormones. People are stupid.
I fear shopping for maternity clothes. I tried on a pair of pants, and I forgot that I'm a giant. Preggo pants are made for normal sized preggo ladies, not giant amazons who get knocked up by wild korean pandas. its bad enough my non-preggo pants have to be bought at special places with large amounts of money, add the word preggo to the start of the word pants and the money will likely double. Its exciting. I'm guessing I'll be investing in a lot of preggo skirts or I'll look like my gramma did with her socks showing all the time. ALSO! I can't wear my heels. Its the saddest thing in the world. My feet get angry.
Work is.. work. New place, so I'm still getting used to the whole shindig. However, the people... make me miss the fishnet SO BADLY. MY shift has said some wonderful things. Also, they all have very little sense on humor. AND! I had some play-dough on my desk to keep me entertained between calls, and they said it wasn't professional and should take home.... okay I will totally agree (begrudgingly). It wasn't professional, I apologized and removed it. However.... given that two of those women are obsessed with the Jonas Brothers and is over 35 and have plastered their pictures in a semi-pornagraphic-slash-pedophillic-slashi-stalkery way all over their cubicles while they uses E-bay on work computers during work hours--- I'm thinking my play-dough is the least unprofessional thing in they should be worrying about. Apparently some of the day people found out, and have started a mini-crusade on my behalf, which is nice, but unnecessary. I did, however, get a text from one of my old coworkers from fishnet in the middle of my shift that made me smile... Damn. The devil you know, right? I get paid A LOT more, I do a lot less, but I still wish these people were my old coworkers, even with their insane politics and gossip-like attitudes... at least they were fun.
My friend Alicia is coming to Carbondale. She needs a job and a place to live. She'll be staying with us until she gets one... or 31 days, whichever comes first. yes, I love her, but she has a time limit, especially now that I'm pregnant. She's started to talk to my friend Derrick on the phone and they're basically all over each other verbally. I'm excited to have her around, and happy she's out of her crappy living situation, and hopefully she'll be happy out here.
Other than that, nothing is really going on. We were boring people before, and now we're pregnant, so the only news I have is baby-related, even that is still new so its mostly limited to foods it won't let me eat and the fact that my boobs hurt like hell. I really don't want to me that person who just talks about the boring shit having to do with the little spawn, so there's really nothing else. I AM really excited about it, just don't wanna be that person, even though I slightly fail at it.
Seriously. After Friday, I might not be able to shut up. I'm excited. Even if it might has Alan's GINORMOUS head. Still excited. It'll probably be as cute as him, so his gigantic head is forgiven.
I have another doctor's appointment on Friday. I'm a little excited, a little nervous, apparently I'll get to hear the heartbeat. Its a little freaky to think about. Since you can't tell my looking at me, this whole thing doesn't really feel real yet. Seeing as I used to get nausious just my worrying or thinking too hard about things, this whole thing could just be a fluke. I'm guessing the heartbeat will actually make it feel a bit more real.I'm also guessing being able to actually tell I'm all preggo will probably make it real. Right now I'm just normal fat old me, not preggo-fat yet, just Kat-sized. What's weird is, people who know keep attributing any of my moodiness to the pregnancy. Some of it, yes, is the whole hormone thing, but most of time I'm just being me, who yes, is slightly moody and blunt. I did start crying at an e-mail that wasn't inflammitory or upsetting at all, THAT was pregnancy. You asking me if I like your shoes and me saying not really, cannot be blamed on the lemon-sized creature sucking my life-stuff and feeding me fresh hormones, but can be blames on the fact that they are bright orange gym shoes with chunk heels. Likewise, however, I've been sarcastically using it as an excuse for everything. i forgot to tie my shoe or can't find matching socks-- Those're totally the baby's fault, definitely not because my room is a mess or I was running late. That would be sarcasm, not hormones. People are stupid.
I fear shopping for maternity clothes. I tried on a pair of pants, and I forgot that I'm a giant. Preggo pants are made for normal sized preggo ladies, not giant amazons who get knocked up by wild korean pandas. its bad enough my non-preggo pants have to be bought at special places with large amounts of money, add the word preggo to the start of the word pants and the money will likely double. Its exciting. I'm guessing I'll be investing in a lot of preggo skirts or I'll look like my gramma did with her socks showing all the time. ALSO! I can't wear my heels. Its the saddest thing in the world. My feet get angry.
Work is.. work. New place, so I'm still getting used to the whole shindig. However, the people... make me miss the fishnet SO BADLY. MY shift has said some wonderful things. Also, they all have very little sense on humor. AND! I had some play-dough on my desk to keep me entertained between calls, and they said it wasn't professional and should take home.... okay I will totally agree (begrudgingly). It wasn't professional, I apologized and removed it. However.... given that two of those women are obsessed with the Jonas Brothers and is over 35 and have plastered their pictures in a semi-pornagraphic-slash-pedophillic-slashi-stalkery way all over their cubicles while they uses E-bay on work computers during work hours--- I'm thinking my play-dough is the least unprofessional thing in they should be worrying about. Apparently some of the day people found out, and have started a mini-crusade on my behalf, which is nice, but unnecessary. I did, however, get a text from one of my old coworkers from fishnet in the middle of my shift that made me smile... Damn. The devil you know, right? I get paid A LOT more, I do a lot less, but I still wish these people were my old coworkers, even with their insane politics and gossip-like attitudes... at least they were fun.
My friend Alicia is coming to Carbondale. She needs a job and a place to live. She'll be staying with us until she gets one... or 31 days, whichever comes first. yes, I love her, but she has a time limit, especially now that I'm pregnant. She's started to talk to my friend Derrick on the phone and they're basically all over each other verbally. I'm excited to have her around, and happy she's out of her crappy living situation, and hopefully she'll be happy out here.
Other than that, nothing is really going on. We were boring people before, and now we're pregnant, so the only news I have is baby-related, even that is still new so its mostly limited to foods it won't let me eat and the fact that my boobs hurt like hell. I really don't want to me that person who just talks about the boring shit having to do with the little spawn, so there's really nothing else. I AM really excited about it, just don't wanna be that person, even though I slightly fail at it.
Seriously. After Friday, I might not be able to shut up. I'm excited. Even if it might has Alan's GINORMOUS head. Still excited. It'll probably be as cute as him, so his gigantic head is forgiven.