DUDE I AM PREGNANT!
That is all I want to say to anyone and everyone lately, including strangers. It's kind of sad. Yesterday we voted in the primary and after I voted the lady gave me an "I Voted" sticker and then said "congratulations" and I was all "thanks!" thinking that she was congratulating me on voting and then she smiled and pointed at my belly and said "Congratulations for the baby. I can see it." I was kind of in shock for a minute but I said thank you and then she said the same thing to to John. He was all "thanks!" and skipped off and then I told him what he was congratulated for and he got deliriously giddy and silly all the way back to the car and made up a song that went something like: "Little Buddy, Liiittle Buddy! Little Buuuuuuddy! Woo hoo Little Buddy!!"
It was great and then I was all: "Do I look FAT?" and " And oh good grief I'm already showing and I'm only a little over three months. Waaaahhhh!" Then I congratulated myself on still wearing pre-pregnancy clothes (except for the bra, good lordy). And then I ate a fudge pop.
*one hour time lapse*
So just now John stomped in whining "I'm hungryyyyy" because we have no food in the house (don't blame me all I eat is cereal and Carnation Instant Breakfast). He said "I'm leaving in 30 seconds. Get dressed." Why did he tell me to get dressed, you ask? Well, it was probably because I was STILL IN MY PAJAMAS AT 4 PM. Good grief I don't even have a baby yet. One of the perks of working at home I suppose and let's not forget the whole "I'M PREGNANT YOU BIG MEAN BOY LEAVE ME ALONE YOU DID THIS TO ME WAAAAHHHH!" So put on some real clothes and off we went into LA traffic to Chipotle. Except somewhere in a tunnel by the airport I decided that not only was I not in the mood for Chipotle, I also decided that the thought of Chipotle made me want to VOMIT. I didn't say anything because the poor man was starving and there's no food in the house so as we were walking in to the restaurant (after 25+ mins in traffic after what is usually a 10 min max drive) I figured it was safe to tell him that I would not be eating any Chipotle now or possibly ever again. It all backfired and I was dragged back to the car because GOD FORBID my husband eat food and NOT feed his PREGNANT WIFE (I guess the whole "You did this to me!!!" thing is starting to sink in). We settled on El Pollo Loco and I got a salad and everything was going fine until I got something stuck in my throat and I started coughing gagging and boom all the sudden I'm on my hands and knees in a PUBLIC RESTROOM dry heaving my brains out. I managed to talk myself out of it for now but if I've learned anything from being pregnant it's that it ain't over until the Vomit Fairy says it's over. So tomorrow morning in the middle of my staff meeting I'll probably be dry heaving in yet another PUBLIC RESTROOM. Great.
I had a tough day today. I confided in someone I work with that I'm pregnant (a man) because of a project I'm assigned to in June (I'll be around 7 months) and basically he forced me to decide to not do it. I was just letting him know so he was informed!! I had a good long hormonal cry over it and then called my amazing boss -- who is a woman -- and she told me she was about to kick all their asses. We both agreed that it was actually probably better for me to bow out but it was handled like crap. Now the cat's out of the bag to my boss and I love her but she can't keep a secret. We have a staff meeting tomorrow and she promised to not let it slip ... let's hope so. BLAH I don't want to elaborate on it any more right now because I'm worn out on it, but I will say that I never, ever thought I'd get discriminated against for being pregnant. Dang, once again, I don't have the freaking plague!!
So anyway, tomorrow's the big ultrasound where they check the skin fold and probably do a blood test (vomit/faint scheduled soon after). And ... hopefully we'll get to make a few phone calls and drop our good news on everyone!! Yay!
Ok, off to sanitize.
