9 weeks, 5 days
Saturday, January 07, 2006
I said my morning sickness was over, didn’t I? Well, I LIED. Brace yourself - here comes a bit of TMI;
* Yogurt is not half bad on the way up.
* Orange Juice would be better on the way up if not cold on the way down.
* My boogers are really odd in consistency these days. Sticky as all hell. (Oh come on. EVERYONE ought to clean their nose once in a while!)
* I can’t stop fondling my boobies. They are so FULL and nice.
In other news, I need to go to the dentist as soon as possible. *Mild heart-attack* That is even worse than the puking.
Bordering on ridiculous..
Friday, January 06, 2006
Ok, so I know pregnancy changes your body, in a major way. I just never knew it would affect my whisteling.
Seriously. I’ve lost several notes..
(That will teach me to never watch Sound of Music ever again. Although I should’ve known better in the first place. Can I blame the fact that I watched the beginning of the movie on the pregnancy too?)
Blood thirsty nurses.. (OR, I can’t believe I just said that!)
Friday, January 06, 2006
The family planning person that we met up with was nice enough, although she made me pee in a cup (and not just that, she made me use the bidet first, gah!) and tried to take my blood. She sent me down to the lab since my veins are shy as all hell, and there I was prodded some more. The nurse at the lab didn’t know exactly who I was or what the blood was for, so when she was finishing up she said (in english no less!);
“I’m going to have to find your handler, I don’t know what she wants this for..”
And I said;
“As long as she isn’t going to drink it”
Eerrr�
Up until that moment the atmosphere had been light, despite the fact that she was poking needles in my arm. I didn’t get a chance to tell her that we’ve probably been watching too much Buffy, so now that nurse thinks I’m a maniac.
Oh, and speaking of Buffy - apparently the replacement box had been sent in return to Amazon for god knows what reason and they’re sending a new one. As long as I get that damn replacement, I’ll be ok - but if this one is screwed up, someone will have to pay. I’m thinking some rotten temp-mail delivery guy is to blame.
Whaddayaknow, eh?
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Bloody hell. There are 3 hours left until our doctors appointment - and damn it, I SO need to pee.
