There's a heartbeat in my crotch! Happy, happy day!

     We got our first baby pictures and boy are they grainy! I wouldn't trade them for the world though.
     My mom is a labor and delivery nurse at a hospital out on Long Island so I've got the super hook-up for all of this. I was supposed to go for my first scan April 5th, but we got a weensy bit nervous this week. I went from head-in-the-toilet-bowl-and-oh-my-god-kill-me to skipping about without the slightest tummy ick about four days ago and totally didn't panic in any way, at all (sarcasm never comes out right on the computer). Anyway, my mom (actually a high risk labor and delivery nurse, so she knows everything about everything) kept casually asking me about this whole no-nausea thing for a few days and finally had me take a blood test to measure a hormone level. When she got the results back she said it was through the roof, which was most likely a good thing, and she had me come into her office after work yesterday (Friday) for a scan.
     So I went in and there was half her office waiting for me (not only does she know everything about this stuff, she also knows everyone). I went into the little room with the big machine and laid down. A minute or so later and we were all looking at a monitor with a beautiful little heart beating away happily. Woo hoo! The other nurse was scanning me and my mom was pointing out the head and the tush and the little bumps where arms and legs are going to be. I really found it amazing that we could see this little dot kind of blinking on and off. And you could really see it!
     So grandma, which she won't be called (too old sounding she said) is already demanding good baby pictures, and the other nurse took like 15 shots from the monitor. She picked her favorite, and we got the rest. I bet it's already in a frame.
     After that, we went to visit my aunt in Queens who just got out of the hospital and told half my family. Originally we weren't going to. Mom said it was ok, and really, with news like that, you can't just go waltzing into a family members home and get away with acting like nothing was new. At least I can't apparently. 
     I'm eight weeks pregnant (today is 3/20/11)! The due date is October 26th. We're going to have a Halloween baby!

Holy Crap I'm Pregnant! 3/11/11

     Wasn't I like, 15 yesterday?! OK, well maybe more like 15 years ago (for those bad at math, I'm almost 30-eek!) but seriously, how the hell am I here? Perhaps all that unprotected sex with my loving husband had something to do with it. The year of talking about having a baby and then actually going for it could have helped me find my way here too, but does anyone actually expect to see that little blue line in the pee-stick window? I doubt it. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled (and completely terrified) but, wow...just wow.
     So after "not trying to NOT get pregnant" for about four months, I decided this very morning to use one of the pregnancy test I got a few months before, just for kicks. I've been a little nauseous over the last few days but that could have been some bad Kung Pow for lunch for all I know.  Well, it wasn't the Kung Pow or the entire bag of jellybeans I had ingested last night either. The little pee stick line was there! Just to be certain, I used the other pregnancy test I had lu

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rking under my bathroom sink and, lo and behold- more little red lines! 

Waaaah!

Now this is literally day one of my pregnancy, and I know I've got a ways to go before I know everything is OK (knock wood) but I had to at least begin chronicling this first step on what will probably be one of the most amazing journeys of my life.

Up since three, worst song in my head the whole time...

     OK, well it's not the worst song ever, but when you repeat any song in your head over and over and over it surely turns into it. I don't know the real name, but the chorus is "Take a load off Sally..."
     Anyway, it's been a few days since the Big News and we're adjusting. Well, I'm adjusting. Barry is dealing with the wonderful news by getting more good nights of sleep and eating whatever the heck he wants. I was laying there through the night, in and out of sleep, rolling over constantly, half ready to kick him (lightly), just to break up the monotony. I know he'd be able to go right back to sleep (it's a talent of his I have never learned to master) but it would give me something to do for about thirty seconds. The half-nausea throughout the night was a nice touch too.
     So, nausea. It's like that weird friend with a thing on her face that you shouldn't look at but you can't help it. You really don't like her and she keeps following you around, popping up at extremely inconvenient times. I went out yesterday (Saturday) with a friend, just to get out and off the couch for a bit and I felt fine. I got to the store and was roaming around browsing and suddenly there's the weirdo! I can tell i'm going to really love playing "Let's make a mad dash to the house so I can puke". I suppose if you turn anything into a game it can be fun, can't it?
     One cool thing about the semi-constant half-nausea is that you get TONS of sympathy points. Loving Husband has vacuumed, made mashed potatoes for me at 11 at night, and made me about a thousand cups of ginger tea. Also, Loving Friend (only other person who knows right now, besides future grandma and grandpa) has made kwik-e-mart trips for me from the couch and carried everything for me when we're out doing stuff. I don't even have a baby bump yet!
     Finally, I've usually tried to make the best of an uncomfortable situation and my semi-frequent trips to the bathroom have definitely been uncomfortable.  Let me tell you my friends, Romans and countrymen, the floor in front of the toilet is very cold and very hard, even with the bathroom mat wadded up under you. So, to decrease the discomfort while saying farewell to the last meal I ate, I have since purchased a big squishy pillow whose sole purpose in life is to make my butt and/or knees happy while worshiping said porcelain god. Also, I got a special cup for water that lives on the top of the toilet at all times so I'm not crawling to the sink or god-forbid the night table to wash icky tastes out of my mouth.

Pictured: Best Frienemy!

     So, as I said, I'm adjusting. Mom says that morning, afternoon, tea-time, early evening, late evening, night and dawn sickness (I've decided to change that horrible misnomer "morning sickness") IS in fact, a good thing, as it is an indicator of the hormones flooding my system, makin' that baby. They say I could have a couple of weeks to another month of this, roughly speaking. All I have to say is if I have another month of this nausea, that baby better come flying out of my lady-parts with laser vision and a cape!