This is my first official post on this new blog and I feel like I should acknowledge that. There….now I have.
I’m somewhere around 3-4 weeks pregnant. It’s embarrassing to have tell your OBGYN that you don’t know when your last cycle started when she knew you were actually trying to make a baby. And by trying, I mean tried…one month. I think I knew before I tested but when I saw the first positive test, I thought, “Seriously?!?” That was followed by another test, also positive. At this point I’m thinking, “How the hell?” to which I had to answer myself with, “You know how…it’s what you were trying to accomplish!” I just didn’t expect it so quickly. And I should’ve. My son took one month and my daughter two months to conceive. Both times: same reaction.
So here I am: knocked up and hungry.
And cranky. And tired. And annoyed. And guilty for complaining when this is what I wanted and so many people have such a hard time getting to this point.
So, I’m going to go to sleep now and hoping I’m not as hungry tomorrow.
Chicken Minus Head 