"Morning" Sickness

I wasn't going to complain about the first trimester sickness thing on here because I felt like everyone knows about it and every woman goes through it but sheesh... It gets old SO fast. I sleep more than should be humanly possible and still I can barely keep my eyes open. I really shouldn't whine too much though, because I have been able to avoid the vomiting aspect of morning sickness for the most part. But this exhaustion is slowly driving me insane. Plus, I'm kind of an a-hole all the time. Poor Dave, poor dogs. I have no patience at all and frankly, I have become a curmudgeon. It's not pretty. But I am at the beginning of week 9 and I will make it through the ugly side of pregnancy, just like everyone, and I am sure I will barely remember what it was like when it is all through... Right?

Today is a good day!

I am so proud of my country and I am so happy to stand behind our next President! I have been so excited about the possibilities that are ahead of Dave and I with our new little one - but now I am overcome with emotion at the thought of our child being born into a country where an African American man who comes from a single mother on welfare can become the President of the United States of America. YES WE CAN! Change is on its way little baby, and you will be here to witness and participate in it.

Hold on just a second...

I'd like to point out, lest it be forgotten, the part that my sweet little egg played in the effort of making baby. She was kind to Dave's soldiers and offered at least one a place to rest from it's wearying journey. Thank you dear lady friend. You, too, are owed a debt of gratitude.

Onward Christian Soldiers....

Well, I don’t like counting my chickens before they’ve hatched, so I’ve had trouble letting myself enjoy this fully until I see the doctor give me the thumbs up. That said, I think it is important to note the potency of my sperm. I joked with Amy before we started that this should be no problem given our combined Irish-Catholic ancestry. Secretly I worried that I’d be the statistic of my family and be as sterile as an operating table. Five pregnancy tests later, it looks like my fears were undue.

So, I’d like to take this time to gloat. My super sperm did the job on the first cycle! Word!

Like little soldiers on the shores of Normandy, they persevered and won the day. Thank you, sperm. Thank you for giving it your all and sealing the deal. Your service to this birth will not go unforgotten and your valiant efforts will echo through time. I’d also like to take this time for a moment of silence for all those millions of sperm who didn’t make the trip home, you will be missed…

(please bow your head and reflect on their sacrifice)

Regardless of my cautious nature, I am exuberant that we are on the road to babytown. I can’t wait to get our first sonogram and really celebrate!

One last note, I am embarking on a journey that may break my fragile spirit and/or body. Long have I heard he horror stories of what women, drunk with hormones, have subjected their baby-daddies to. From verbal and physical abuse to Lamaze classes and homicide, these next months will test my resolve like never before. So, I ask that you keep me in your thoughts and hope I make the trip with minimal damage.

Wish us luck!

The Good News

Dave and I have been married for seven years and started trying to get pregnant two months ago. Last night, while making spaghetti, I took another pregnancy test. I was not really having any serious symptoms other than the fact that I haven't had a period since August 25th. That said, I have taken more pregnancy tests than I want to admit to and all have come back negative - so I am not sure why this one took... but it did! We are PREGNANT!!!!

The weird thing is that I have wanted to be a mother since I was a little girl when I told anyone who would listen that one day, "I am going to get married, have ten babies, and then get a divorce." Now the day has finally arrived and I am so excited and happy that I can't make words. I feel as if I am in a dream. Regular stuff that I always do seems oddly skewed somehow. I am worried that this is all too good to be true. It's strange because I feel as if I am not properly freaking out but at the same time, I am not sure that there has been a proper freak out invented yet that would suit how I am feeling at the moment.

Let me know if you have the secret.