I Hate Being Pregnant
And I have found a blog online entitled as such. I started reading it, but then I started to scare myself and decided not to jump the gun on what horrors lay ahead of me :-/
You read it right, ladies and gents: I got knocked up! My boyfriend James and I are having a baby. I am about 7.5 weeks along. Today is actually our first ultrasound, and we're both very excited. I am trying to chug a minimum of 20 ounces of fluid as I type this because evidently my bladder needs to be full.
I feel exhausted all the time, and while I have been fortunate enough to continuously keep my food down, I feel nauseated all the time. Basically I constantly feel hungover without the benefit of having ever been drunk. My boobs have grown, which is a plus, and a pain. James can't get enough of that. He keeps saying, "They're SO big! They're just... sooo BIG!" I'm like, "They're not...THAT... big..." but whatever. I have, however, finally quit smoking. When asked, I always told people "I'll quit when I'm pregnant." And now it's happened as advertised. It has been a lot easier than I thought it would be. While I occasionally still get the urge to smoke, for the most part when James comes inside from a cigarette I think he smells like ass :D
While I am permitted one glass of wine or one beer per day, I tried to drink a glass of riesling a few days ago - didn't get halfway through it before I started feeling sick, so I gave it to my friend Rachel.
Day before yesterday I went and had a boudoir photoshoot done. I always wanted to someday, in anticipation for the time that I would lose my breasts either to breast cancer or by choice via prophylactic surgery. I love my ta tas and wouldn't change them for the world if I had my druthers, so I wanted to at least get some nice professional photos of them before the inevitable. And, then, well, pregnancy... rushed the process as well. I certainly wanted to get some sexy pictures taken before I get fat and my body changes forever. They were quite expensive (I'm on a 9 month payment plan, should be done around the time I give birth) but they are amazing and I'm thinking a once-in-a-lifetime chance so might as well go all out. Worth it. www.boudoirphotographyseattle.com
James wants a boy. Correction, he wants like 6 boys. I think that's a guy thing. I don't much care - but I do think he deserves a girl. After the slutting he's done and the way he has treated so many women in his life, he deserves to have that realization of "omg... all those ratchets were somebody's daughter..." Everyone else in our lives wants a girl. His mom wants a girl, my mom wants a girl, my sister wants a girl... the other day I had a dream that it was a girl and my friend Debbie says dreams don't lie SOooOooOoo... I guess it's a girl! Haha, we shall see.
Technically they say to wait til 3 months before you tell people, because many miscarriages happen in the first 3 months and after that you're considered out of the woods. I intended to keep the secret in as long, but then I had a bachelorette party to attend last weekend and when my alcoholic ass offered to DD my friends/coworkers knew something was up. So I let the cat out of the bag, and am hoping for the best. If I do have a miscarriage, I REALLY don't want to hear about it. All the so sorry for your loss, blah blah blah... it will be fine, it happens, especially the first time a woman is pregnant. My mom did request that I not post it on facebook before she gets a chance to tell her siblings personally, and she still wants to wait the 3 months. So, 5 more weeks to go... I figured though that no one remembers or follows my livejournal, so I'm safe to broadcast here.
My mother's first question when we told my parents was "Are you going to make it legal?" I told here there's nothing ILLEGAL going on here, hehe ;) No, guys, we are not going to rush to the alter just because we're pregnant. My wedding day will be about me. It will be a party. I will be able to drink. We're going to be in each other's lives for a long time now (oh, I don't know, for about forever.) There will be plenty of time to get married.
You read it right, ladies and gents: I got knocked up! My boyfriend James and I are having a baby. I am about 7.5 weeks along. Today is actually our first ultrasound, and we're both very excited. I am trying to chug a minimum of 20 ounces of fluid as I type this because evidently my bladder needs to be full.
I feel exhausted all the time, and while I have been fortunate enough to continuously keep my food down, I feel nauseated all the time. Basically I constantly feel hungover without the benefit of having ever been drunk. My boobs have grown, which is a plus, and a pain. James can't get enough of that. He keeps saying, "They're SO big! They're just... sooo BIG!" I'm like, "They're not...THAT... big..." but whatever. I have, however, finally quit smoking. When asked, I always told people "I'll quit when I'm pregnant." And now it's happened as advertised. It has been a lot easier than I thought it would be. While I occasionally still get the urge to smoke, for the most part when James comes inside from a cigarette I think he smells like ass :D
While I am permitted one glass of wine or one beer per day, I tried to drink a glass of riesling a few days ago - didn't get halfway through it before I started feeling sick, so I gave it to my friend Rachel.
Day before yesterday I went and had a boudoir photoshoot done. I always wanted to someday, in anticipation for the time that I would lose my breasts either to breast cancer or by choice via prophylactic surgery. I love my ta tas and wouldn't change them for the world if I had my druthers, so I wanted to at least get some nice professional photos of them before the inevitable. And, then, well, pregnancy... rushed the process as well. I certainly wanted to get some sexy pictures taken before I get fat and my body changes forever. They were quite expensive (I'm on a 9 month payment plan, should be done around the time I give birth) but they are amazing and I'm thinking a once-in-a-lifetime chance so might as well go all out. Worth it. www.boudoirphotographyseattle.com
James wants a boy. Correction, he wants like 6 boys. I think that's a guy thing. I don't much care - but I do think he deserves a girl. After the slutting he's done and the way he has treated so many women in his life, he deserves to have that realization of "omg... all those ratchets were somebody's daughter..." Everyone else in our lives wants a girl. His mom wants a girl, my mom wants a girl, my sister wants a girl... the other day I had a dream that it was a girl and my friend Debbie says dreams don't lie SOooOooOoo... I guess it's a girl! Haha, we shall see.
Technically they say to wait til 3 months before you tell people, because many miscarriages happen in the first 3 months and after that you're considered out of the woods. I intended to keep the secret in as long, but then I had a bachelorette party to attend last weekend and when my alcoholic ass offered to DD my friends/coworkers knew something was up. So I let the cat out of the bag, and am hoping for the best. If I do have a miscarriage, I REALLY don't want to hear about it. All the so sorry for your loss, blah blah blah... it will be fine, it happens, especially the first time a woman is pregnant. My mom did request that I not post it on facebook before she gets a chance to tell her siblings personally, and she still wants to wait the 3 months. So, 5 more weeks to go... I figured though that no one remembers or follows my livejournal, so I'm safe to broadcast here.
My mother's first question when we told my parents was "Are you going to make it legal?" I told here there's nothing ILLEGAL going on here, hehe ;) No, guys, we are not going to rush to the alter just because we're pregnant. My wedding day will be about me. It will be a party. I will be able to drink. We're going to be in each other's lives for a long time now (oh, I don't know, for about forever.) There will be plenty of time to get married.