So I may as well come out and say it. I'm knocked up again. This time, however, there were two willing participants as opposed to zero. HA! Well, my man "gave it up" one night and I'm guessing by all the pacing and blank looks lately that he didn't think it'd actually take. Cuz..you know, it only took one time last time. He's doing alright with it though. He's coming around. It's definitely different this time. He's talking about it. Asking questions about it. Has positive remarks about it. I'm sure I have my critics who'd say we have too much relationship rescuing to do to bring another child into our family but we will always have that. It's our thing. We will always be learning about one another.
I'm trying to enjoy it this time. With my previous pregnancy I was soooo stressed and in a constant state of uncertainty that I honestly only remember feeling a little nauseated. Not this time. Noooo. I'm feeling it all and smelling it all.
OH the SMELLS!
When I open up the washmachine, I wanna puke. Wha? It's clean laundry? When I put on deodorant, I wanna puke. When I put an effin' glass of water up to my face, I wanna puke. It's everything. My coworker is currently eating a buffalo chicken wrap and I wanna puke. I don't think I would make it as a dog. And I love love love to eat but now it's become a fret. For at least an hour after eating I have to concentrate on not puking. Why not just puke? Have you ever puked immediately upon eating? No fun. Chunks hit the toilet and water splashes back up in your face. Ick. Especially here at the hospital. I don't wanna puke in a hospital toilet. That thing has seen a lot of ass and a lot of that ass has been sick with something.
So ya. Prego. Bun in oven. Saw the heartbeat yesterday. Due February 22nd. I wonder if this time around he'll fetch me Blizzards from the DQ. Nah...doubt it. Oh well.