[I didn't realize how appropos the title of this post is until I finished writing it. Read on!]
I have cried at least once a day for the last 5 days. I have been short and sometimes downright mean to my husband nearly every day. I have lost my patience more than usual with my daughter. I am eating better than I have in many moons. I feel like I'm going to fall on my face every afternoon, and yet my body won't let me sleep past 8 hours at night. What does this mean?
This means I'm pregnant!
Yep, I sure am. We just found out on the 11th of May or so, but I suspected for days before then, all the way back to the last few days of April. We had been without contraception since December, but really didn't try hard until last month. In case you don't recall, first time around when we decided to try to get pregnant, we already were but just didn't know it yet. Turns out, we're good at this!
I'm never one to keep a secret about my own life for very long. I'm not one to wait out the first trimester in secrecy. I have my reasons, and besides, it's just not my style! With Zoe, the very morning that we got the faint pink line on the pregnancy test, we drove over to my newly-pregnant best friend's house where all of our closest friends just happened to be gathering and told everyone right away. This time, I had to wait three whole hours until Scotty even got home to tell him, and then called some people over the next few days. I've been chomping at the bit to post this on my blog and on the ubiquitous Facebook, but for some reason the hubby wanted to wait. I've now been given the green light (obviously).
We're super excited, and the baby is due in January. I'm not sure where I'm going to have this baby, or who will be in attendance. We have plenty of time to figure that out, and it shoud be a fun journey to figure that whole thing out, considering the birth junkie that I am.
In general, I feel fine aside from the aforementioned moodiness and sleepiness. Pretty normal stuff for me at this stage of the game. Last time, I didn't get nauseated at all except for the day or so after conception. I'm crossing my fingers that this time is the same, and it does seem to be, as I had the same symptoms after coneption this time, too, and nothing since.
Zoe knows, but it's not really big news to her yet at this point. We did have an interesting conversation the other day, though. Oh yes, here come all those lovely questions...
Zoe: Mommy, where will the baby come out?
Me: [In my head: Ok, what have I learned about this? Quick! Recall! Recall! Ok Ok. Tell her the simplest answer to her question. Ok...] The baby will come out of mommy's vagina.
Zoe: Your Pagina?
Me: No, repeat after me, Va. Gine. A.
Zoe: Va. Gine. A. Where your Va. Gine. A.?
Me: [Ok Ok. Simplest 4 yr old appropriate answer...] Well, your vagina is in between where you go pee and where you poo.
Zoe: [After thinking this over for a minute, looking very concerned] Well, Mommy...I guess you can't go poo anymore or you might poop the baby out!
Fun stuff, and I'm sure there is more to come. I'll be investing in some books on the topic to try to prevent the need for my preschooler- and pregnant-addled brain to come up with appropriate and thoughtful answers to these questions on the fly.
That's the news! More posts to follow, along with the long-awaited story of how my husband and I met and fell in love. I thought I had written that, but I guess I hadn't. It's a fun one, and I look forward to getting it down in print. For now, I'll get back to the business of napping on the couch and letting my neverending laundry pile up. It's the baby's fault.
