Feb. 29, 2009
One of the hardest things to do while you are newly pregnant is hiding it from everyone you know. I am not telling ANYONE this time until I know you are safe. I don't want to jinx it. Call me superstitious, but last time I was shouting it from the roof tops. This time around I'm going to try and be a little more reserved... for now. But this time I have some tricks up my sleeve. Lisa and Chris came over on Friday night for a visit. They always bring wine and we always drink it. But if I were to decline their gift of wine they would know in an instant that something was different. So I bought de-alcoholised wine at the grocery store that night, brought it home and poured myself a glass to sip on. When Lisa and Chris arrived I appeared to be already into the "hooch". The icing on the cake was Lisa rubbing my belly and saying "you're drinking wine so, no baby?" I couldn't help myself, I laughed and said, "nope" and tried to contain my inner glee.
The next night was Auntie Annie's and Uncle Mike's engagement party where everyone was offering me something alcoholic to drink. And this time all I had to say was "no thank you, Kevin and I are TRYING, so to be on the safe side I'm not drinking" So of course as soon as you tell family that you are trying to have a baby they all swarm you with hugs and cheers of excitement. Although I did grab your father's champagne to hold it up during a toast so I didn't look like I was being the sister in law who disproved of their relationship and your over protective father grabbed it out from my hand and said "What are you doing!?" "I need to hold a drink up for the toast you nerd" I replied. "Shheeeeesh relax" But of course Papa just happened to be standing beside me and witnessed the whole thing. So he either thinks that I'm pregnant or that your Daddy is a controlling jerk. I'm betting on the first.
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Bathroom Dancing
Friday, May 1, 2009
Feb. 24, 2009
I could not sleep a wink last night. I tossed and turned, and checked the clock every 30 minutes hoping it was morning. It was like I was six years old again waiting for Santa to come and hide presents for me under the tree.
Finally my alarm went off and I made sure to stay calm and take my temperature before even stepping a foot out of my warm bed. I decided that if my temperature went down that morning that I would not devastate myself with another negative pregnancy test. But my temperature was still at a steady 98.5 degrees! I jumped out of bed as quietly as possible in my elated state so not to wake your father, grabbed a test kit and locked myself in the bathroom. I dipped my stick for the 4th time this month and stopped breathing while I waited to see the stripes appear.
There was only one stripe. I took a breath... decided to stop staring and brush my teeth while waiting the full 3 minutes that I was instructed to wait. I hopped around in one spot while humming a happy tune to myself in hopes to distract myself while I busily brushed my teeth but no use! I had to look! I took a deep breath and stepped over to the tiny white and blue strip that sat on the side of my bath tub and took a quick peak.
TWO STRIPES! Two stripes, oh my God, two stripes! I'm pregnant! I'm PREGNANT! Oh God, I can't breath. Breath! I started to jump up and down yelling "YES! yes!" and then some more "OH my Gods" and then some more dancing on the spot. Then the tears came. Then the historical laughter. And after about 5 minutes of rejoicing to myself I remembered your father in the next room sleeping away and having no idea about the party going on in the bathroom. So I quickly grabbed the little white stick for evidence and hopped off to the bedroom, jumped on the bed while shaking your father awake and said "Kevin wake up!"
He popped up startled as though something must be wrong and then I felt guiltily enough to hesitate for a extremely brief moment before shouting "I'm pregnant" He rolled over quick to look at me and check to see if I was kidding when he saw the stick and the stupid grin that reached from ear to ear across my face. He smiled and said "You're pregnant again?!" And grabbed me to hug me. And that's when I started to cry again.
I could not sleep a wink last night. I tossed and turned, and checked the clock every 30 minutes hoping it was morning. It was like I was six years old again waiting for Santa to come and hide presents for me under the tree.
Finally my alarm went off and I made sure to stay calm and take my temperature before even stepping a foot out of my warm bed. I decided that if my temperature went down that morning that I would not devastate myself with another negative pregnancy test. But my temperature was still at a steady 98.5 degrees! I jumped out of bed as quietly as possible in my elated state so not to wake your father, grabbed a test kit and locked myself in the bathroom. I dipped my stick for the 4th time this month and stopped breathing while I waited to see the stripes appear.
There was only one stripe. I took a breath... decided to stop staring and brush my teeth while waiting the full 3 minutes that I was instructed to wait. I hopped around in one spot while humming a happy tune to myself in hopes to distract myself while I busily brushed my teeth but no use! I had to look! I took a deep breath and stepped over to the tiny white and blue strip that sat on the side of my bath tub and took a quick peak.
TWO STRIPES! Two stripes, oh my God, two stripes! I'm pregnant! I'm PREGNANT! Oh God, I can't breath. Breath! I started to jump up and down yelling "YES! yes!" and then some more "OH my Gods" and then some more dancing on the spot. Then the tears came. Then the historical laughter. And after about 5 minutes of rejoicing to myself I remembered your father in the next room sleeping away and having no idea about the party going on in the bathroom. So I quickly grabbed the little white stick for evidence and hopped off to the bedroom, jumped on the bed while shaking your father awake and said "Kevin wake up!"
He popped up startled as though something must be wrong and then I felt guiltily enough to hesitate for a extremely brief moment before shouting "I'm pregnant" He rolled over quick to look at me and check to see if I was kidding when he saw the stick and the stupid grin that reached from ear to ear across my face. He smiled and said "You're pregnant again?!" And grabbed me to hug me. And that's when I started to cry again.
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