I was just wondering where my morning sickness went, especially after a spotting episode.
Then I found it in my toilet bowel, disguised as cheddar & sour cream potato chips. Lovely.
17 Feb posted by
5 Feb posted by
::lays head upon desk with labored breathing::
Dear God,
Please send me an angel to hold my hair & wipe my brow with a cool cloth. For I am about to spew chunks of Cook Out hushpuppies into my plastic trashcan. And if I must throw up, please let it be before my 3-piece-suited clients walk through my door.
Love,
Blair
p.s. please tell my pregnancy hormones to calm the eff down before I rabidly attack the dumbest creature you ever created, aka my coworker, and personally stab my ann taylor stiletto through the stupid claw-twist in her hair.
I. Am. Exhausted.
29 Jan posted by
Despite the fact that I did this a mere 3 months ago, I forgot how draining it is to grow a wee human in my body.
Seriously. Even at a modest 4 weeks & 4 days pregnant.
With a few exceptions involving swallowing vomit back down & threatening to kick Nate out of bed SHOULD HIS COLD LEFT TOE EVER DARE TO TOUCH MY LEG AGAIN, I’ve been feeling pretty good. The “morning sickness” (HA! you know a man with a small penis coined that phrase) rears it’s ugly head in the evenings, usually around 9pm but most recently this evening at 6pm while I bounced on the elliptical with zero pep. But I have yet to actually blow my cookies in a trash can, & I see that as a positive. But if I were to vom, it would definitely be green. Because this babe cannot get enough veggies (by 7pm today, I have officially had 6 servings of vegetables). True proof that this may not actually be my child? I turned down a piece of cake for the first time in my existence. Call Guinness, mmkay?
But don’t tell them about the two unicorn zits on my forehead. Because that is EMBARRASSING. How am I supposed to convince my clients that I am mature enough to handle their accounts when I LOOK 16?!? & honestly, I can’t even get into the zits on my neck. Even my neck is pregnant.
In other news, we broke the news to the ‘rents last night. At dinner to celebrate her birthday, I left a card on my mother’s place setting. The card (a funny one, por supuesto) was signed “Love Nate, Blair, & Harpie Jr.” She opened it, laughed at the card, & then her face went blank. She looked up, unbelieving & said, “Really?!” I grinned & she covered her mouth & started crying through her smile. It was the BEST reaction…even better than when we broke the news of Harpie. I had been so nervous that this babe would be anticlimactic, but my fears were completely unfounded & that thrills me. Harpie Jr. will be just as eagerly anticipated, if not more, than Harpie. It makes me feel warm & fuzzy inside.
Because sometimes, I still miss Harpie so much that a little chasm in my heart begins to ache. & even this little babe cannot heal that pain; I fear I will carry it with me forever. A hole. Something unfinished. Unwritten. & unfair. I am thrilled with Harpie Jr. I have so many dreams for him/her — some that began with Harpie, & some that are special & specific to this babe. We are so blessed & thankful, but we also still think that in this time of first tri nerves, we should be decorating a nursery. I wonder when that feeling will fade — when Harpie Jr. is here, in our arms? After 10 years? Ever?
Regardless, I have already began singing to Harpie Jr, even though I know s/he cannot hear me yet. I am thankful to be chowing down on leafy greens, hoping that is one more sign that this baby is in it to win it. I am so excited about HJ that I bought a little monkey blanket today, plus a white winter hat & mitten set that looks like a puppy. & get ready, because bloat shots & letters to Harpie Jr. begin next week at 5 weeks 
Don't worry, I'm even annoying myself as I write this.
19 Jan posted by
I was pondering being sick now at 6dpo vs barfing at 7dpo with Harpie. & I know that should feel like a good sign, but it terrifies me. It will terrify me if all my pregnancy symptoms with the next babe (whether it be now or in a few cycles) are the same as they were with Harpie.
Because, you know, Harpie didn’t turn out that great. So I’m afraid a pregnancy with the same symptoms will have the same results.
On the other hand, Harpie was pretty kick-ass for 11 weeks, so I worry about NOT having the same symptoms.
Which all leads back to me being 60% elated & 40% terrified at the idea of being pregnant. Or is it 40% elated & 60% terrified?
Is there a word for peeing when you puke? Peeking?
27 Oct posted by
This past Sunday morning, at 3:34am, I was inducted into a sacred rite of passage that comes with pregnancy — I pissed myself when I puked. If it wasn’t horrible enough that I was hugging Dear Johny around the neck for 10 minutes straight, giving back everything I ate that day, I tinkled a little in my pants. Lovely.
In happier news, we see Harpie in an hour & a half! Say some sweet prayers, please….I had a little spotting this weekend, but it seems to be all good under the hood right now.
