oh my lord.
I feel like it has been AGES since I blogged. AGGGGGGEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS. (You have to say that like Chris Farley in “Black Sheep” when he gets pulled over for driving 7 miles an hour and says “Rooooooooowwwwwwww-addddddddddd” is such a funny word! If you haven’t seen the movie, please, do yourself a favor and go rent it or add it to your Netflix queue right now. I refuse to have further conversations with you until you have seen it.)
I digress. (I am good at that by the way. in case you haven’t noticed.)
Uhhhhh, I’m stalling.
So anyways, ummmm, remember my last post about feeling sick and thinking I had finally narrowed down what the problem was?
Yeah. For those of you not quite “with it” enough to read between the lines…..
That would be Atkinson offspring NUMBER CUATRO – coming soon to a crazy family near you in November 2008.
Shock. Utter utter shock. That is all I can say about it. I am slowly making my way towards excitement. It’s not that I DON’T want a fourth baby – I was just thinking…you know…a little more time between babies would have been nice. As it is – this baby and Kaylen will be 16 months apart. I know this isn’t tragic by any means. But I have NEVER had two in diapers at the same time. Never had to use a double stroller. Never had to use the one crib for two babies. Or figure out how to arrange two sleeping babies. These are the things that keep me awake at nite. That and the constant peeing. Again. I feel like i have been pregnant forever. Like i never really got a glimpse back of MY body, only for me. I apparently got pregnant towards the end of breastfeeding Kaylen. When I called the midwife to get an appointment to confirm these fun things, they asked me the date of my LMP (that’s last monthly period for you uninitiated). September of 2006. Do you KNOW how strange that is????? I mean, I am not complaining about Aunt Flo’s lack of visits by any means. But still. Its not normal.
So how did I find out…
Well. i had been thinking that I felt so crappy because my thyroid was just whack from the hormones of breastfeeding, trying to exercise again, all that happy horsecaca. But it was just this HORRIBLE feeling every day of nausea, wretched tiredness, headaches, blurry vision – in a nutshell I thought i was dying. I thought my thyroid had just up and quit completely on me and that within weeks I would be back in the land of pills and anti-depressants and therapy that I landed up in after Karissa was born. I was just waiting to hit bottom in this long tunnel I felt like I was falling through. One night though it just hit me, oh my gosh, what if I’m pregnant? Well then I started looking back through blog archives and whatnot and realize – I haven’t felt right since the middle of FEBRUARY!!!! And of course the only test I have in the house is like a 7 year old Ovulation Predictor test. Not helpful per se, but hey, when you’re desperate you’ll pee on almost anything that might possibly change colors. (And guys in the audience, I truly am sorry that you’ll never know that thrill, of having magical color-change powers in your urine.) So I pee on the OPK test. It turns IMMEDIATELY positive. uhhhhh……ok. not really helpful.At this point I’ve either been ovulating for 8 weeks straight (that’s a LOT O EGGS), or….i’m knocked up.
RUN out to wally world the next day and pick up about 6 boxes of tests. (Cause you know we women never believe just one). come home and take them all concurrently. All of them show up positive before the control line even shows up. Fo Sheezy.
So I am stunned.
Long story short – I get in with the midwife the next morning, she confirms that indeed I am pregnant, somewhere between 8 and 14 weeks, and sends me for an ultrasound the next morning. At that time, I was 9 weeks and 6 days. In one more week I will be in my 2nd Trimester – and THANK GOD for that. I am so over this sickness and tiredness. so ready to feel semi-normal again.
not quite ready for the adventure that awaits us this fall….but I will get there.
The circle of life is a funny thing. I am still processing a lot of this.
So that’s it. that’s where I’ve been. hiding under my rock of shock and awe. and running to the toilet every 20 minutes or so.
and before you ask – yes i AM aware of how this happens. Sitting on the toilet seat in the mall without decorating it first – just like I learned in high school. It’s either that or kissing. Either way – stay away from both.
that’s my advice for the day.
More to come later I am sure. I have lots of feelings to process.