So, here I am pregnant. Seven weeks and one day to be exact. Boy, I sure hope it gets better. The highlights so far have been non-stop gas, horrible bloating, and waking up every morning figuring out what excuse I can call into work with because I feel like I have the stomach flu.
Oh, and that is just the body. Emotionally in the last five minutes I laughed uncontrollably at an episode of Friends that I have seen at least thirty times, then started bawling wondering how I could possibly be giving birth to a child in seven months when all I want is a strong martini?
A really strong martini. Dont get me wrong I am very thrilled to be pregnant I just did not expect it to happen quite so soon. Lesson to me- dont go off of what you read on the internet. All I kept reading was to go off the birth control a few months before you are ready to get pregnant, that way your body can adjust. La La La.... That is what it should of said. After seven straight years on birth control I get a positive test a month after taking my last pill. Which means I got pregnant in about TWO weeks after being off the pill. Really, I am thrilled but TWO weeks? Seriously, NO SERIOUSLY?
It has caught me off guard to say the least.
Anyway, my mother and I do not have the best relationship so I dont have a good person to turn to when I feel all of the fears that I keep having as well as this new kind of joy that I am having. Sooo, instead of sitting and crying (tears of joy or shock) while my husband is watching baseball I will do my best to write about it. Let's see how it goes...
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