Yep, she is
Just so you know, these posts are locked to the very limited list of people who know about my fallen state. ;) Generally I don't post very personal stuff to LJ, even locked, bc I don't trust their security--but I figured, if something screws up and it gets out to my whole friends list, there's no real harm done.
That said, if you are on this filter, please try and keep my secret for me until I'm far enough into the adventure to announce it to all and sundry. And if you don't want to be on this filter(there might be some TMI in the near future), let me know, and I'll amend it.
EDIT: Post has been unlocked as of 10/8/07.
So, moving right along...I had my first pre-natal visit today. The nurse took about three gallons of blood, the doctor poked at me, and everyone pronounced me officially knocked up. I mean, I figured I was, what with the constant exhaustion and low-grade nausea, but you know, it's nice to be all official.
How many weeks along I am is a matter for debate. Pregnancies are dated from the first day of your last period. Think of that for a minute. I couldn't possibly have been pregnant on the first day of my last period (6/28, in case you were wondering), on account of, you know, having a period. The doctor as much as admitted this is silly, but the explanation was somewhere along the lines of "yeah, it's not accurate, but everyone does it this way, so we're all inaccurate in the same way." Due dates are a wild ass guess, of course (babies are too small to use PDAs, after all), but why compound the problem with a wild ass guess plus two weeks?
So I am either 6 or 8 weeks pregnant. And Christ was born in 5 B.C.
That said, if you are on this filter, please try and keep my secret for me until I'm far enough into the adventure to announce it to all and sundry. And if you don't want to be on this filter(there might be some TMI in the near future), let me know, and I'll amend it.
EDIT: Post has been unlocked as of 10/8/07.
So, moving right along...I had my first pre-natal visit today. The nurse took about three gallons of blood, the doctor poked at me, and everyone pronounced me officially knocked up. I mean, I figured I was, what with the constant exhaustion and low-grade nausea, but you know, it's nice to be all official.
How many weeks along I am is a matter for debate. Pregnancies are dated from the first day of your last period. Think of that for a minute. I couldn't possibly have been pregnant on the first day of my last period (6/28, in case you were wondering), on account of, you know, having a period. The doctor as much as admitted this is silly, but the explanation was somewhere along the lines of "yeah, it's not accurate, but everyone does it this way, so we're all inaccurate in the same way." Due dates are a wild ass guess, of course (babies are too small to use PDAs, after all), but why compound the problem with a wild ass guess plus two weeks?
So I am either 6 or 8 weeks pregnant. And Christ was born in 5 B.C.