An Ode to my First Trimester

The last 12 weeks have been
Pretty rough.
I shouldn't complain, though
'Cause I volunteered for this stuff.

The headaches, the leg aches,
And feeling so gaggy.
And joy of all joys
My boobs are even more saggy.

If I think of pizza, spaghetti,
Or anything with tomato sauce
All of my cookies
I am sure to toss.

The worst day for sure, though
Was when I chucked on 380.
How many of you can say you've
puked in your lunch box lately?

For me it will be a fall without
Iowa Football Tailgating.
So it looks like my friends
Will be designating...   (me...   to drive...) 

But as these 12 weeks
Draw to a close
There something I hope
Everyone knows.

Through all of the complaining
Whining and crying
There is absolutely, positively
No denying.

Though it hasn't been sunshine
and unicorns and rainbows
I'm so happy I'm getting
Too big for my clothes.

I can't wait until February
And little Baby Ack
But I have to stop now
Because I think I'm going to yack. 

From now on...

...I will keep a bucket in my passenger seat. 

That is all you need (and am sure all you want) to know.

I didn't lie, I was just wrong.

After the miscarriage this Spring, I told Mike that if/when I did get pregnant again, I would not complain about anything.  I would love every single minute of everything and I would relish every moment of being pregnant. 

Well... that hasn't so much been the case.  Ask anyone around me.  I've told everyone who will listen just how bad I feel.  I've shared harrowing tales of car sickness, morning sickness and night sickness; of hip pain, boob pain and headaches.  I actually sent a text message to my mom the first time I got sick.

Complaining aside, I do love it.  I love knowing that there is a little bean growing up inside me.  I love that my 3 am prayer sessions with the toilet god are a physical reminder that everything is as it should be at this point.  And, well, I love having something to complain about!  I love being able to say, "Oh no, I got sick!  Oh, this baby is getting me!"  

So, please forgive the dramatics.  Forgive me for whining and complaining.  It's what I have to be excited about right now.

PS
I got sick twice yesterday at work and my shoulders hurt from hunching over the toilet... LOVE IT!! 

Today's Agenda

1.  Drink copious amounts of water (because I am ridiculously, terribly thirsty).
2.  Run to the bathroom praying that I make it there before I wet myself.

Repeat at 30 minute intervals ALL DAY LONG.

What up, 1999?

Moving head-first into the future (if the future is approximately 10 years ago and lame) I have decided to start a blog today. Why? Well, being as self-absorbed as I am, I thought you would all love to read this and know what is going on with me ...and my uterus.

Officially, as of May 20, 2010, I am what the medical experts consider "pregnant". With child. Knocked up.

It is terrifying to say that (type that) out loud. It absolutey is. I had a miscarriage in February, and I can say without hesitation that it was the worst thing that I have ever had to go through. I have never experienced pain so great, never had my heart so thoroughly broken.

Nonetheless... here I am. I can happily say that this time is completely different. How? I have no idea. I just know it is. I feel different: I'm not afraid to tell anyone and everyone (obviously), I just know that this is going to happen and I am ridiculously, terribly, horribly and wonderfully SICK.

I'll spare you the details at this point, but seriously. Sick. And I love every single minute of it.

So why tell everyone now? Because I want to. Because I am so excited I could burst. Because I'm terrfied. Because we need all the prayers we could possibly get. Because I need to gripe. Because I need to cry. Because I need to stand up and shout and tell everyone about the wonderful and horrible things that are happening to me.

And finally, because I just want everyone to know this amazingly awesome kid from the beginning. So, here s/he is, in all of its bean-like 6 weeks gestational glory:


I know, not much, right? But it's pretty darn amazing to me. This was taken on July 1st. I saw and heard its little heart beating, and it was absolutely unreal. Except that this time, I know it is.