"Holy fucking shit"

The subject of this entry is a direct quote from one of my best friends of 22 years. It's what he said when I first told him I was pregnant... and he repeated it... a lot.

Don't get me wrong, it mirrors my sentiments exactly, but I've had a couple of weeks to calm down and I feel more like "Wow... this is really happening!" than anything else.

So, I suppose I should bring everything current firstly.

I found out I was pregnant the night of Sunday, August 19, 2007. At that point, I was about 22 days along and had only taken one test, which turned instantly positive. When it turned positive, I looked at it, called to one of the girls I worked with, and waited. She came in, looked at the test, then at me. "What?" she says. I say "Look at that..." She yells, "IT'S NOT MINE!" LOL I said "I know it's not yours, dummy, it's MINE! And it's positive!" She screeched, grabbed my wrists, and said "Let's go smoke!!" ... So I did ;)

The next morning, I took two more tests of different brands at the same time, just to be sure. Like the first one was a false positive... right. Of course, the other 2 were positive as well. I called the father and told him the news...



my baby daddy, Rob

He was shocked, but not too shocked (we hadn't exactly been careful), but ultimately very happy. I had taken tests before, after sleeping with him, and they had been negative, and we agreed that we were both about 85% happy about it so I knew he wouldn't freak out about this one being positive. Then I told my best friend, Heather, who was so happy she nearly cried :) After that, I told the girls at work that day and none of them quite knew how to react. Once I told all of them that I was happy, they were happy too. I mean, given my circumstances, that's pretty much the way everyone has reacted when I've told them; Shocked but ultimately very happy for me... so I'll "skip to the end", as Tim from Spaced says.

In the last few weeks, I have...

• Found out I was pregnant
• Quit caffeine, smoking, and alcohol cold turkey
• Been weened off my meds
• Got engaged
• Moved in with my parents
• Gave 1 month's notice at my job

It's been insane but, thanks to the "baby euphoria", I'm doing ok with all of it. Tuesday and Wednesday I packed up all of my things at the apartment and set them aside so that I could move them into a Uhaul truck for Rob to drive to Walnut Creek this weekend. I will be moving up there to live with him as of Sept. 29... only a few short weeks away. I do love the bay area and look forward to being so close to San Francisco, but I've always lived in the same town as my parents so this will be a very new experience for all of us.

So... baby stuff. I have a pregnancy diary that I am too sick to my stomach to read. I'm already nauseous 24/7 (regardless of whether I've just eaten, am too full, or have an empty stomach) so reading about things like "nasal pits" and "ear swellings" and "the intestines forming inside the umbilical cord" is just too much for my poor tummy. So instead I've been reading a hilarious and down-to-brass-tacks book called The Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy. I highly recommend it to anyone thinking about becoming pregnant. It tells it like it is and makes you crack up in the meantime.

I've gained a few inches in my waist, even though I'm only 6 1/2 weeks along, mostly due to water retention and not having the energy to hold my gut in anymore ;) I have my first ObGyn appointment on Monday afternoon up in WC (stop giggling, you Brits) and will be sure to let you all know how it goes. Rumor has it there will be no KY jelly involved.