Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Where do I begin?

So I created this blog many moons ago with the intention of using it for...well, I'm not quite sure actually. It has been many things over time, worn many hats, and now I think it's time for a new one. A new hat, that is.

I have been reading several so-called "mommyblogs" and I have to say, I really enjoy several of them. My favorites include Vodka Mom, Dooce, and Bad Mommy Moments. They make me laugh, and sometimes even cry. (That would be you, BMM. I am choc full of pregnancy hormones and reading this blog just made me lose my sh*t.)

Oh yeah, I am pregnant. Currently I am 29 weeks along (for those of you who don't speak "pregnant," I am in my 7th month) and as far as we know, it's a girl. I say it that way because we found out at 18 weeks and the doctor said he was "85% sure" it was a girl. I hope to God it is because we have a sh*tload of pink baby stuff in the room that will someday soon be hers...once I clean it out and put a crib in it an all that.

But back to this blog and my intentions for it. Well, I suppose it might be interesting to blog through the remainder of my pregnancy and then, perhaps, have a bit of my own mommyblog going on once the little squirt enters the world. Who knows if I will actually keep up with it. I haven't before. Maybe I can make it a new year's resolution or something since losing weight isn't really an option this time around. At least not until sometime after mid-March. (That's when she's due. March 13th. Luckily it's not a Friday or I'd be a little worried. Yes, I am a bit superstitious.)

I am sure that I will have lots of great stories to share because not only am I pregnant, but half of the women I know are. Okay, not literally, but it sure seems that way. SEVERAL of our close friends have come out of the pregnancy closet in the last month or so. So I get to go through it first and then tell them all about it. I can't wait to scare the crap out of them. And besides close friends, many people that are coworkers, former coworkers, and other such acquaintance type friends are also pregnant. I made a list of people that I know that are pregnant and there are FIFTEEN people on that list. FIFTEEN. And it would be sixteen but one of them had hers already.

So I have all this pregnancy stuff to talk about and you can bet your ass I'll be talking about it here.

In case you are wondering, it's my first pregnancy. I am married to the most wonderful man ever (no, really) and we have been together for over 10 years. We have been married for eight years. For our anniversary this summer, we thought it would be awesome to go to Vegas since (a) we have never been to Vegas and (b) we have never flown anywhere together because we were too damn poor for the previous eight-plus years and (c) he had just graduated from community college. So yes, let's got to Vegas and celebrate! And then a month later I peed on a stick and WALLAH, I was pregnant.

Now, we had actually planned for this...we just hadn't realized it would happen almost right away. Apparently this Fertile Myrtle disease runs in my family. My grandmother keeps telling me about how the neighbors would ask her if she was afraid to hang her and my grandfather's underwear too closely together. A few of our friends had been trying for a long time to get pregnant so I very ignorantly thought we would have to "try" and that it wouldn't happen right away. But it happened right away. Which I am totally okay with...it was just a bit of a shock. Like, really? Really? I'm already pregnant? Really? And once the disbelief vanished the excitement set in. We are having a baby. Insert smiley face here.

We have another "baby" which is actually a dog, but you wouldn't know it. She thinks she is a person and we pretty much treat her like once, with the exception of keeping her in a kennel during the day and letting her pee and poop outside. But other than that, she is a "people." She sleeps in our bed and she likes to have a pillow for her head and I swear she throws tantrums and does other people-ly things. I hope she reacts well to the real baby when she comes.

Alright, so I think that's a pretty good start to things. A long start. Sheesh.