A Day in the Life

In case you're wondering what my and Steve's life has been like recently:

Me:
6:20 AM- groggily kiss Steve goodbye. Go back to sleep.
7:15ish- decide it might be time to go to work. Roll out of bed, go across the hall, turn on computer.
7:30- Make breakfast.
7:35- Start a load of laundry.
8:00- Try not to throw up breakfast.
8:15- Throw up breakfast.
8:20- Stare at computer. Decide it's time to start working.
9:30- Snack time!
11:00- Nap time.
11:30 or 12:00, or whenever- Wake up. Try to motivate self to go back to work. In the next room.
12:00- Lunch!
12:15- Actually get some work done.
2:00- Snack!
3:30- Work day finally over. Consider taking a shower, but take a nap instead!
6:00- Get woken up by Steve, and dinner.
6:30- Sit on couch and complain about not feeling good.
7:00- Whine that I haven't left the house all day.
7:30- Decide I don't want to leave the house, because I would have to put pants on.
8:00- Snack time!
9:00- Get ready for bed. After all, it's been a long day.

Steve:
5:45- Wake up, get ready for work.
6:20- Kiss blob in bed goodbye.
6:30- Head off to work.
7:30- Start work, work really hard.
11:30- Break for lunch!
12:00- Continue to work hard.
4:30- Head home.
5:25- Deal with the moldy laundry in the washer that your wife forgot about.
5:35- Start making dinner.
6:00- Wake up blob in bed, tell her dinner is ready.
6:30- Do the dishes.
6:45- Fix broken stuff in the house.
7:15- Do some yard work.
8:00- Sit down, fold no longer moldy laundry.
8:15- Look at greasy blob on other side of the couch (formerly known as wife) and reconsider life choices.
8:30- Remind blob that life isn't that bad.
9:00- Finally get a moment of quiet. Watch a TV show where people die, or something (I'm asleep at this point, ok? I'm just not sure).
10:00- Go to bed. Hope tomorrow is better.

So really, I wrote this long post to say three things:

1. Growing a person is hard work.
2. You should be glad that you aren't Steve.
3. I seriously have the best husband EVER.

A Baby Story

So, I know this is old news, but I didn't want to post anything on the interwebz until I told my manager. And I didn't want to tell my manager until I made it through the first trimester, so I had to wait. Besides, writing things hasn't been at the top of my to do list. Sleeping, puking and thinking about unpacking boxes - those are at the top these days!

So anyway, yes, I got knocked up. Don't worry, it was by my husband. For anyone who was not aware, we had been doing fertility treatments since November of last year. But I was on Steve's insurance, and said insurance did not pay for these treatments. So after several really hard months (seriously, fertility treatments have to be one of the most difficult things in the world, both on your body AND your emotions), we decided to take some time off to go on vacation and focus on buying a house.

After we went on vacation, closed on our house and moved in, I went back to the doctor to get another prescription for another round of treatments and take a blood test to see if I had ovulated that month (another thing about fertility treatments - they make you REALLY comfortable talking about your reproductive system). I got a call when I was out of town that I hadn't ovulated, so I waited for my next cycle to start to the next round of meds.

I waited. And I waited. And I waited some more. Finally, on a Monday morning, I decided to take a pregnancy test. It was negative. Not a big deal, I take lots of pregnancy tests, and they have always been negative. So I threw it away and went to work.

All day at work, I felt SO sick. I went to Subway for lunch, and the meat in my sandwich tasted SO gross, I couldn't even finish it! I thought about how glad I was that I had taken the test that morning, or I would be thinking I was pregnant. I was so sick by the end of the day that I couldn't even think about making dinner. Even thinking about taking meat out of the freezer made me want to yammy.

All through the week I was so sick, and so tired, but I figured I had the stomach flu, or was stressed from the new house buying activities. But I kept thinking about that test in the garbage in the back of my mind. On Thursday, I was telling my mom about how sick I was and she told me it sounded like I was pregnant. I told her about the negative test, and we moved on. But when he hung up, I had the strongest feeling that I should go dig the test out of the trash. So I did it (is there anything grosser than bathroom trash??).

And the test was positive.

What????

What??

What?

I had no idea what to do. Could it just be positive because it was old? It had been sitting in my trash for four days. So I took another one.

And it was positive too.

What???

So yeah, I got knocked up. Without any meds, and apparently without ovulating that month (turns out, I ovulated two weeks late).

And that is my baby story.