Home Sweet Home!

Sure, it probably would have been great to spend our Thanksgiving Saturday with our friends and family up in Seattle, but I opted to fly home today instead so as to avoid the chaos of Sunday-after-Thanksgiving airports. Also, I might add, the completely lazy person in me is really looking forward to having all day Sunday to do, well, nothing. :) (Certainly will beat the chaos of travelling.)

Not that the trip to Seattle from San Diego is really any trouble. I paid a little more to get flight times around noon (to avoid the peak airport hours) and also to get direct flights. Awwww, direct flights! Pure Awesomeness!!! No stressing out about making connections. No lost luggage.

I honestly can't remember the last time there were direct flights. (Ok, well, I guess many of the trips from Japan were direct, to Thailand, to Singapore, to Saipan and also to Australia) BUT the airport was a 3 hour drive away so that pretty much negated any of the ease of the direct flight. The two an a half hour flight was, um, so reasonable that I really might consider going there again soon.

Well, except for the weather. Man have I ever been spoiled in Southern California. I guess it apparently POURED here while I was gone, but I'd never know. When we flew out on Tuesday there was sun and we landed to more sun this afternoon. Nice. Meanwhile in Seattle I think there might have been an hour or two of sunshine sometime on Thursday. Ick.

Anyway, I'm happy to be home. The doggie is still crazy and the cats are still furry and fat. Matt is back to lounging around in his shorts and I am back in my comfy pajama pants wasting time in from of the tv while surfing the Internet. All is right in my world.  :)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Greetings from the Pacific Northwest.

Brrrrr.

We're in Seattle visiting Matt's oldest brother and family as well as Matt's best friend and family.

For my part, I just feel sick and grumpy all the time and have been taking a lot of naps. And I miss my dog. And my cats.

And for that matter, I also miss the weather in San Diego because its cold and rainy here. Not a big surprise but like I said:  BRRRR!

Anyway, this year for Thanksgiving I am thankful for Good Friends and Family to visit, my puppy and kitties (of course) and the fact that we are still fortunate enough to live some place warmer than Seattle. I am also thankful that Matt is home from deployment and can spend the holidays with me (as well as our 6th anniversary yesterday) and of course for the baby that we have been blessed to create (even if it makes me feel like dying most of the time.)

BEAT M*CH*G*N!!!!!

It's that day that Midwestern college football fans eagerly await the whole entire season.

The big game.

THE big game.

(Even when one of the teams is particularly lousy this year, any one who knows anything about college football knows this will be a good game.

The GREATEST rivalry in College Football.

My heart literally aches to be there right now.

Anyway, in honor of the big game here is an old photo from this same rivalry match up 10 years ago, one of the few times we actually beat m*ch*g*n back in the years of Coach Cooper, and of course back when I was fortunate enough to be able to enjoy the game from some of the worst seats in the horse shoe while freezing my bum off in the sexiest of black wool uniforms.



"Grr."

Man do I look stressed out.

Probably 'cause I was.

GO BUCKS!

Badness

Yesterday was one of those days that makes you want to quit your job, give away your pets, sell your house and move away to, I don't know, a cave someplace far away from civilization where you can hide out and be left alone.

Even though I knew I was being horribly immature I was freaking out about Matt's ship getting underway again. Yes, the post deployment stand down faze is over and there apparently is work to be done so the crew was going to get the ship underway and take it out into the glorious pacific ocean once again.

For one night.

See why I am an idiot to let this bug me? Especially since Matt has duty at least once a week and doesn't get to come home anyway. oh, except that they were underway LAST night and now he has duty TONIGHT.

Which means I have to survive two whole nights without him. again.

:(

(This is me having a stupid pity party for myself.)

so anyway...
yesterday when Matt left I was all kinds of grumpy. the situation did not improve a short time later when I woke up and discovered that the dog had recently devoured my rainbow flip flops. my FAVORITE rainbow flip flops. (In case any of you are keeping score he has now eaten 2 pairs of old navy flip flops, 2 pairs of reef flip flops and this pair of rainbows. And, yes I know that is a lot of flip flops for a person to even own let alone get have destroyed by their dog, but believe me we're not even scratching the surface there so don't judge me.)

i tried to shrug off the flip flops and went about my day. i wore a cute dress (A-line mind you since my already swelling tummy doesn't fit in most of my clothes) to cheer myself up and help deal with the crazy-hot-for-November-even-in-southern-California 80 degree weather.

it was after work that things started to go downhill.

immediately upon returning home my adorable little fetus decided to suck all the life out of me and I fell asleep on the couch. not long into this nap a cat woke me up so i moved to my bed and proceeded to sleep from 4 until 6 o'clock. great right?

well no, because as it happened I'd had an early lunch and then slept through my after school snack time. since the latest development in this still very early pregnancy is constantly plummeting blood sugar levels and a resulting need to eat ever 2 hours, missing my snack had left me feeling like I just might die.

serious headache. chills with the sweats. severe cramps. ugh.

i forced myself out of bed and made some power food, spaghetti, which helped me to feel a little better. however, it was around this time that i heard the small beeping sound coming from Matt's computer.

The small beeping sound, which was coming from Matt's BRAND NEW, only arrived on MONDAY, custom built top of the line gamer's dream computer that he has been begging for since probably 2005.

More specifically I eventually determined the beeping was coming from the power converter box thingy on the power chord. which then led me to notice the tiny little teeth marks (probably belonging to a cat) on the power chord. which then led me to notice that the power chord was no longer supplying any actual power to Matt's new dream computer.

FUCK.

(Forgive me for that, but this is one of those times when that word is very very appropriate.)

Naturally, the logical part of me realized its probably just a short and eventually moved the chord around so that it started working again. The logical part of me also realizes that while costly, the power chord can be replaced rather easily. However, the pregnant hormonal wife side of me did what only came natural:

I started to cry.

So then I emailed Matt to let him know what was going on, hoping to hear some forgiving words that might make me feel better. However, immediately after that I caught the Fat Cat sniffing around Matt's computer again.

There is a small chance I over reacted

and

I screamed at the top of my lungs at the cat to "GET OUT OF HERE!"

KC (the fat cat) reacted as any logical, non hormonal pregnant person would have expected by jumping out of his own furry little skin and sending nearly everything on top of the coffee table flying.

Including this certain ceramic pumpkin Halloween/Thanksgiving decoration/center piece that I absolutely love. And was absolutely not cheap.

And which is absolutely now broken.

At that point, I called the day over. I went to bed and cried myself to sleep.




All this has led me to reach a few conclusions:
1. There is a reason it takes TWO people to get pregnant and therefore just because the woman has to do all the hard bits does not mean that she can do it without the man.

2. and therefore, single mothers are absolutely amazing. Also Military wives who are preggo while their hubby is deployed.
(or possibly, just FAR less co dependant that I apparently am.)

also

3. A pregnant girl, no matter what her age, really ought to have a mother who she is close with that she can call during this insane process and seek answers.

darn it.

Another weeks worth of rambling

So, I would try to explain why its been another week since I've updated, but apparently anyone who's ever been pregnant will understand. (Or at least that's what people have been telling me.) Because the thing is, I seriously can't stay awake past 8:00 at night.

or, even 6:30 some nights.

The couch is just so comfy!!
and,
I'm off caffeine. (Ugh!)
and,
I think I've developed prenatal Narcolepsy.
:)

Is that a real thing?

Probably not, but "they" weren't kidding when "they" said the first trimester can leave you feeling exhausted.

What? Like its hard work growing a person? Seriously? At this point the baby is supposed be somewhere between the size of a B.B. and a chickpea. How come then its sucking the energy right out of me?

This could be why Dr. House once told a pregnant patient she had a parasite?

It should also be noted that a "parasite" is also what my loving husband proudly told his mother I had. Nice.

Anyway...

Other than the sleepy, I feel mostly fine. I can't say that I've had any definite morning sickness yet although there have been a few bouts of downright nausea. ugh. When these nauseous moments happen to occur in the morning, I guess someone might call it morning sickness, but I am SO totally not a morning person anyway, that when you add in the new preggo exhaustion level to my normal, grouchy morning behavior its difficult to tell how much of my morning issues are nausea or just, well, grumpiness.

Let's just all pray together that this kid comes out healthy and full term, etc, etc, and then ALSO that he or she gets MY sleep cycle. NOT Matt's. Seriously. He gets up between 6 and 7 on weekends and that is simply not going to fly. Dear sweet little baby, please naturally learn to sleep until at least 8. or, preferably 9.
Come to think of it, nausea hasn't really been the problem at all. It's the cramping. To begin with I have 3 close friends who had ectopic pregnancies, so every pain makes me fear that this pregnancy will end up the same way. Then of course I get all freaked out and worried and that just makes the cramping worse. Thankfully, I think after two weeks of on again off again tummy agony I've figured the cramps out. First of all, I'm sure some of them are normal, first trimester cramps. Plus it occurred to me that some of the cramps were directly related to my bladder and how in these past few week it always seems to be in desperate need of being emptied.

Then, there is the change in my diet. When I first found out I was preggo I quit coffee and caffeine (great for baby, BAD for my digestive system.) Matt also started packing me these gorgeous salads and some assorted fruits to eat for lunch. Which was great. But, um, not exactly high in fiber. Amazingly, once I figured this out, and, um, added a healthy dose of fiber to my diet, I've been feeling much better.

Sweet.

6 weeks down. 34 to go.

(And this sort of stupidity if definitely the reason why women are supposed to be able to call their Mom's when they're expecting. Constipated? Who knew.)

My Absence

I feel that I really need to apologize for being such a lazy blogger. At first I was just busy. Matt went back to work and he had duty a lot and the dog always needed a walk and the house was dirty and... well, you know how it goes.

Then of course once you get out of the habit of regular blogging it gets much harder to get back to it.

Plus, then, well, some big stuff started to happen and I've been unsure how to blog about it.

You see, back in March when Matt left on deployment I took myself off of birth control. We've been
ready-ish to start a family maybe for awhile but the deployment was hanging over our heads and we both decided that it would be better if we waited to make any formal efforts at becoming parents until it was behind us.

So then he came home on Oct 8.

And, my monthly "annoyance" was supposed to come somewhere around Oct 23.

Except it didn't.

At first I refused to get my hopes up. I was a little late the prior month, so I needed to give it time. Yea. Because, you all know how Patience is my middle name.

By the 25th I decided to just take a home test to chill myself out.

Nada.

Okay, well, no harm no foul. He hadn't even been home a month.

Except still no annoyance.

I took another on the 27th. Still, Nada. I think. It was kind of blurry and hard to read actually.

So of course when I still didn't get a period, I took another one the following day.

It was a digital one and very much easier to read. It said quite clearly "pregnant."

I refused to get my hopes up. I have definitely had positive pregnancy tests before and I definitely do NOT have any children yet.

After school I took 3 more. All positive.



I went to the doctor on the 31st (Happy Halloween) and they confirmed that I definitely am pregnant!!!!! Due in early July (right around my birthday.) Also right around the time Matt is supposed to be reporting for duty up in Monterrey, which should be interesting.

So far I am excited and feeling okay. Pretty tired, peeing a lot and with only a few random bouts of nausea/heartburn. Matt says he is scared since it is a very big thing creating a whole new person. I agree with the scared part, but only because I want this baby so, so, so much that I am terrified something bad is going to happen.

God has given me every blessing I prayed for. I have my house and my pets and a good job and Matt is home safe and now he is ALSO going to give me a child!?!?! It's almost too much to believe. Too good to be true. I feel, almost, afraid to be happy. I hope that doesn't sound dumb or ungrateful. And I also realize it is way to early probably to be talking about this pregnancy "publicly," but I am just so excited and absolutely unable to keep it a secret. :)