Wednesday, February 15, 2006

So Valentine's Day was supposed to be some kind of romantic dinner, right? Well, even though I was in NO mood to get out to a fancy restaurant, we called a few places to see who had openings. No one did. So I wanted to cook something special for my baby. But Lo and Behold, we ran out of time for the dish that I wanted to cook. So THEN, we gave up and decided to rent a movie and order a pizza. Which ended up being REALLY good, and so did the movie.

Right before we ordered pizza, though, I had the typical pregnant-mama food. I was eating a pickle spear when Kris walked around the corner and said, "Oh, God.... you pregnant-ass." And I had to explain to him how pickles when pregnant is a lot like milkshakes when stoned. Seriously. So I had peas, pickles, and a BBQ sandwich.

But man... for the last two weeks it's been crazy. I want BBQ ribs, shrimp, ribs, shrimp, ribs, shrimp. The other day I thought I was going to DIE if I didn't have a McChicken. So we've been doing a lot of shrimp and Sonny's. I finally had the Rocket the other night and that burger was bigger than me! But oh, sooo good.

Well the pup's head is laying on the base of the keyboard so I'll wrap this up.
The nausea hasn't been as bad these last two days, unless I eat way too much, then I get hot and almost pass out. However, the lower half of my digestive system has totally betrayed me.



So, in short...

WEEKS THREE THRU FIVE

/////Cravings:
BBQ
Shrimp
cheeseburger
McChicken
pickle

/////Symptoms:
diarrhea
nausea
extreme tiredness
mood swings
lowered libido

Monday, February 13, 2006

Well, just a little intro (and an entry to test my html skillz):


This is the journal of a crazy girl and her crazy husband, and their crazy boxer puppy. We're about to have a baby, in about 34 weeks or so! So basically, this is a little log of crazy cravings, emotional stuff, doctor's visits, and all kinds of weird facts and thoughts that we're all having.

Have fun reading!!


Moi

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Three weeks five days pregnant
(keeping in mind that the counting starts at the date of your last menstrual period, not the date you conceived the baby... LMP was Jan 10, ovulated and conceived ~ Jan 24).


Well, see...

Kris and I are adopting a male boxer named Boston. He's a flashy fawn, and he's about five weeks old, we get him FRIDAY. I'm ecstatic.

However.... the "affordability" of this dog came into question these last few days, considering a slight hCG elevation on my behalf.

For those of you that don't know what that means, it's the hormone in your body that makes two lines show up on a pregnancy test. And for those of you that don't know what two lines mean, it means YOUSE GONNA A DADDY, DAWG. Anywhoo, here's the story.



Kris and I got married and went on our honeymoon. Now, the time of month that a woman can get pregnant every month happens when she ovulates, which is in between periods. I mean, it's basically two days that you're fertile. Well, the honeymoon was January 22nd thru January 25th, and I ov-you-mah-lated on the 24th. And we didn't use any kind of birth control method. And we all know what happens on your honeymoon. You don't get naked, you get NEKKID. A LOT. So anyway, about a week and a half passed and I was feeling a bit queasy, and I don't feel queasy very often. So we went out and got a box of First Response tests. Three. And the last two tests had a FAINT line. Now, a lot of the time, a faint line is a line. I mean, a line is a line is a line is a line. You know?


But we wanted to be fool-proof. So we got one of those expensive digital ones. THESE tests, it either says "pregnant" or "not pregnant". There is no "maybe" readout. So I peed on yet another stick (well no, I peed in another container because I have bad aim, and then I put the stick in the container), and waited, and waited, and waited. And you'll never guess what that damn digital readout said. Well, seeing as how you're reading this, you can probably guess. Let's just say that there was not a "not".

SO, now I have to make an appointment to get my coochie-coo looked at. And pee in yet another freakin cup. And all that great stuff. But hey, everyone loves having their vaginas looked at, right? Hehe.

But if you guys could please just keep this under wraps, seeing as how MY mom doesn't know yet (and I have a creative way to tell her), that'd be GRAAAYT. I'll post and let y'all know when I know for sure that I'm poppin a bebe out.

Until then, Kris and I are going to practice for the next one, and give the current one a really good show.


Much love
Sunny NOW OFFICIALLY Wallace