Pretty much no one here knows me in real life
Other than my dad, of course. And that’s more than fine by me.
But that’s also why I’m okay with putting something here that’s not going up on my Facebook. Because you guys don’t know my real life name or my Facebook account or anything like that, and I’m so excited that I’m fit to burst.
Burst, I tell you.
So. Got married in July. Had our honeymoon, went at it like newly married bunnies a few times, he left to go back to Ireland and we celebrated marriage rather … vigorously … before he left in August. Around the beginning of September, I started dealing with stomach issues and couldn’t keep food down and I was tired all the time. Had a freakishly vivid dream, took a pregnancy test, it was negative.
Throwing up started getting worse in October, my boobs were getting bigger (since July, I’ve gone from a Q cup to a U cup), took more pregnancy tests, they were negative.
Got to the point where the only things I can keep down are: California Rolls, Cheese-its, Beef Jerky, and oranges. Oh, and roast beef. Tired all the time and my back has been killing me. Caught sight of myself in the mirror and realized that my stomach is more … baby-bump-ish than it has ever been and my stomach is damn hard to the touch underneath the layer of fat that I have. Took another pregnancy test on Thursday morning.
Positive.
Took more pregnancy tests in more brands.
Positive.
So, because I’m capable of doing basic math, I know that I’m at 14 weeks. I’ll be going to the doctor as soon as I can set up an appointment. I’m really excited about this.
I’d be a lot happier if I weren’t having to pee all the time and if I could keep food down because, seriously, I can’t afford that much sushi (I attempted to make it tonight. It didn’t work well.), but honestly, I can handle throwing up.
But, yeah. That’s the news. I’m pregnant! (And, yes, my dad was told. This is not my way of telling him.)
But that’s also why I’m okay with putting something here that’s not going up on my Facebook. Because you guys don’t know my real life name or my Facebook account or anything like that, and I’m so excited that I’m fit to burst.
Burst, I tell you.
So. Got married in July. Had our honeymoon, went at it like newly married bunnies a few times, he left to go back to Ireland and we celebrated marriage rather … vigorously … before he left in August. Around the beginning of September, I started dealing with stomach issues and couldn’t keep food down and I was tired all the time. Had a freakishly vivid dream, took a pregnancy test, it was negative.
Throwing up started getting worse in October, my boobs were getting bigger (since July, I’ve gone from a Q cup to a U cup), took more pregnancy tests, they were negative.
Got to the point where the only things I can keep down are: California Rolls, Cheese-its, Beef Jerky, and oranges. Oh, and roast beef. Tired all the time and my back has been killing me. Caught sight of myself in the mirror and realized that my stomach is more … baby-bump-ish than it has ever been and my stomach is damn hard to the touch underneath the layer of fat that I have. Took another pregnancy test on Thursday morning.
Positive.
Took more pregnancy tests in more brands.
Positive.
So, because I’m capable of doing basic math, I know that I’m at 14 weeks. I’ll be going to the doctor as soon as I can set up an appointment. I’m really excited about this.
I’d be a lot happier if I weren’t having to pee all the time and if I could keep food down because, seriously, I can’t afford that much sushi (I attempted to make it tonight. It didn’t work well.), but honestly, I can handle throwing up.
But, yeah. That’s the news. I’m pregnant! (And, yes, my dad was told. This is not my way of telling him.)