UPDATE TO Mrs. Flinger October 16, 2015
Because the Universe has a wicked sense of humor, after this delcaration, my blog threw up all over my last upgrade.
So I'm starting over using Craft. Turning 40 and kid entering Jr High next year, sometimes it's just time for a change. These archives will still exist in the way the last child goes off to college and their room is the same for 20 years, but it's just time to move forward.
Since I can’t reach my doctor… Jul 25, 2005
Y’all.. I hurt. Not like crampy hurt.. but hurt. Like knife-in-the-ovary hurt. Like “Helloooooo Uterus!” hurt. I don’t normally *feel* my uterus. But I am now. And the emotions? PLEASE! So far, I’ve cried at Dizzy Tangerine, Erin’s, Seuss’s, and Mama-C-Ta‘s blogs today. TODAY. *sigh*
I quote Mr. Flinger, “I know that the stick says.. but you’re pregnant.”
Which reminds me… How has marriage changed since having a child? ‘Cause after all this emotional crap and paranoia/freeky mommishness over LB, it’s just not the same.
Still negative.. and still emotional Jul 23, 2005
Another test today. You know.. just to be sure. (Although, I’m still not scheduled to start for another week.)
It said Not Pregnant.
That’s a good thing, right?
So why am I crying?
Don’t hate me because I’m negative Jul 18, 2005
I peed on a stick. An UNUSED stick, I might add. And it actually read “Not Pregnant” because the two line thing, apparently, is entirely to confusing to us morons that call the doctor with a positive test bawling when, in fact, it is not.
I’m not a doctor Jul 15, 2005
I’m so freakin’ tired. LB’s teeth are coming in and I’m tired and emotional and a wreck. My great friend Traci asked if I really think I’m pregnant. “Honestly?” I said, “I always think I’m pregnant.”
So do I think I’m over thinking everything? Of course. Will I stop? No. All I know is that people try for months and months when they’re ovulating and don’t get pregnant. Why would one or two tries in a couple of days clinch the deal? Ya know? I’m a fool to think I’m just *that* easy. Or, I’m a fool to think I’m not.
At any rate, I’ve been having fantastic tired bitch fests with Rbelle. And, I’d tell you all about it, but she did a much better job. Go read for yourself. And yea, that’s exactly how I feel, too. It’s so nice to find people who get it. (And who can say it much better than *I* could.)
Is there onion in my carrot cake or am I pregnant? Jun 22, 2005
Did I tell you that when I was pregnant, everything smelled like onion? My friend’s shampoo was onion. My husband seeped onion into our room at night while he breathed and I’d come in from the bathroom and gag from the smell. The dish soap was onion. The laundry, fresh out of the dryer, smelled like onion. I gagged from all the onion smell all the time. I grew to hate onions. I still cant eat them.
The Ultimate Mommy Brain Apr 22, 2005
Today I did something I can hardly believe. In fact, I’m so embarrassed about it, I’ll share it with all of you.
I’ve been feeling odd. Strange. Emotional. Bloated. Big-boobed. And late.