14 weeks pregnant today, to be exact.
Don’t be fooled by my smile.
This is what I really feel like doing.
I’m such a lady.
But I can’t help it. I feel like crap. And I know I keep talking about it and I know you guys are tired of hearing about it but I just can’t help it. I’m a big believer in the misery-loves-company theory.
Be my company.
Sit with me a spell while I tell you about how much I’ve puked today. And yesterday. And the day before yesterday. Here, I’ll give you a summary. Today I had a doctors appointment and I now weigh LESS than I did BEFORE I got pregnant. As in, I am LOSING WEIGHT because of my pregnancy.
So, again, I say…
I don’t really want to do much of anything really. I definitely don’t feel like standing in front of a class teaching. When I talk too much, I throw up. When I sit down, I throw up. When I stand up, I throw up. When I smell middle school kids after they’ve been in gym class, I throw up.
IT AIN’T PRETTY.
I also don’t really want to be blogging (no offense, Imaginary Friends…). Looking at the computer screen makes me wanna:
But my evil, cruel husband said that I HAD to blog tonight because I am being “irresponsible with my blog.” I’m unpredictable now. I’m an irresponsible blogger. And I need to “buck up” and “git her done.”
…does not deter him.
Heartless, non-hormonal, un-pregnant bastard of a man.
So, here I am. Blogging. Against my will.
Oh, and I’m supposed to be blogging “happy.” I’m not supposed to tell you how sick I feel or how pissed off I am or how much I hate being pregnant (no offense, New Guy…). So, I won’t tell you any of that…
Instead, I’ll tell you that I think I’m having a boy.
But let me tell you why…
I just know it.
Also, at my doctor’s appointment this morning, the New Guy’s heartbeat is healthy, but slow. SLOW. As in, SLOW HEARTBEATS OFTEN INDICATE A BABY BOY.
And besides that, I just know it.
I can feel it in my loins.
Which is now a little boy’s womb. I think I’ll decorate with cars and trains and dinosaurs.
In all honesty, another boy would just float my maternal boat. I love having a boy. Bean is AWESOME and I can’t help but think another one would be AWESOME-ER. And I’m excited for the things that are coming with him, too. All those boy things that are so much fun.
Now, a girl would be awesome, too. Just in a very different way. It’d be all new and different and exciting and full of pink things. I’d love a girl in ways that I don’t even know yet. So, if New Guy is really a New Girl – bring on the pink! Bring on the curls! Bring on the Easy Bake Ovens and the saddle oxford shoes with corduroy skirts and tights! I’m ready!
But, I’m having a boy. I just know it. And that really makes me glow.
(One more time, just for fun…)