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Welcome! My name is Mrs.G and I started this blog so people could share in my mis-adventures in wedding planning. I married my southern gentleman on September 6th, 2009. Throughout our courtship I became enamored with everything southern and desperately want to become a steel magnolia.
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Friday, December 21, 2012

12 Weeks

How far along? 12 weeks, 28 to go
 The baby is as big as: a peach
 Maternity clothes? not yet, still down a few pounds so my jeans are still fitting me. 
Stretch marks? nope.
How I am feeling: I have thrown up every morning this week... I can't wait for that symptom to be over with. 
Best moment this week?: I get to see bean today! My mom is going with me this time and she has already told me not to comment when she cries. 
Movement?:not that I can feel, but according to what I have read bean is a moving and a shaking in there. 
Food cravings?: soda. I am trying to stick to caffeine free but water is making me gag and the bubbles kind of help my tum tum. 
Gender?: no feeling anymore
Labor Signs?: nada
Belly Button in or out?:innie, but it hurts like an SOB, that is the biggest incision from my surgery and it is taking longer to heal. 
What I miss: not having such a sensitive gag reflex. If I gag I am going to throw up, it is inevitable. 
What I am looking forward to: the wonderfulness that is the second trimester 
Weekly Wisdom: something I didn't know about pregnancy is that all the hormones running through your body also make you more aware, even when you are asleep. So being the heavy sleeper I was is a thing of the past, I have exiled myself to the guest room because it was too much to try to sleep with a constantly panting dog, snoring husband and basset hound, and the general floppiness of husband too. 
Milestones: Almost to the end of this horrible first trimester. COME ON SECOND TRI!!!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

11 weeks

 How far along? 11 weeks, 29 to go
 The baby is as big as: a large plum
 Maternity clothes? I have lost almost 20 lbs so my jeans are fitting pretty normaly 
Stretch marks? nope, just my new added scars 
How I am feeling: terrible, now not only am I throwing up because my body is adjusting after surgery but I am throwing up because I am pregnant too. There is just a general state of constant gag,dry heaving,  actual vomiting in my house. 
Best moment this week?: there really wasn't one. I am hopped on pain meds, which make me nauseous, which makes me vom, and then my stomach abdomen hurts from vomiting... it's a vicious cycle. 
Movement?:no, but I got 2 ultra sounds while in the hospital that told me everything was ok. 
Food cravings?: captain crunch, the original red box and kraft mac and cheese.  
Gender?: no clue any more. 
Labor Signs?: Nope
Belly Button in or out?:innie 
What I miss:not feeling terrible. 
What I am looking forward to: the wonderfulness that is the second trimester 
Weekly Wisdom: it's ok to get disillusioned with pregnancy, just don't stay there.  When you are heaving for the 4th time that day, you think to yourself, why did I willingly do this to myself? Wallow for 5-10 min then get over it. Growing a human is hard work yo. 
Milestones: the pain subsiding when I am not throwing up. 

10 Weeks

10 weeks and one day

How far along? 10 Weeks, 30 to go 
The baby is as big as: I think my what to expect app said it was the size of a lime. 
Maternity clothes? nope
Stretch marks? nope
How I am feeling: This is the week shit hit the fan and I had my gallbladder removed. 
Best moment this week?: finding out there was more to my constant nausea and vomiting.
Movement?: not yet. 
Food cravings?:watermelon, and surprisingly the store had it and it was delicious.  
Gender?: no idea at this point.
Labor Signs?: Nope
Belly Button in or out?:innie, but will never look the same. They took my gallbladder out through my belly button so I have stitches in there.  
What I miss: Not throwing up all the time, I am still having trouble keeping down solids. 
What I am looking forward to: feeling normal
Weekly Wisdom: Listen to your body, if you think something is up, something is probably up. 
Milestones: two words... pain meds.  

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

That time I had to have my gallbladder removed at 10 weeks pregnant....Part Deux

They finally moved me to a room after about another hour in the "holding area". At this point my Dad was with me and we started googling how my life was going to be sans gallbladder. Of course it was all the horror stories we were reading, no fatty foods at all and limited dairy for fear of debilitating gas or worse... explosive diarrhea. Be jealous of  my glamours life ladies... BE JEALOUS!!!

The lady I was sharing the room with was a trip, I get wheeled in to the room hair a mess, hospital gown flapping in the breeze and this lady is in silk pjs, hair coiffed reading the paper, obviously this isn't her first rodeo. I was an add on surgery that day which meant they could come and get me any minute if a surgery was canceled or it could be 3 am. I slept on and off as my family took shifts eating and going home to let the pups out. Then it happened.

I was really dehydrated when I got to the hospital, this doesn't help when  trying to find a vein for an IV when you already have crappy veins. The first nurse I had put my IV in my arm crease by my elbow. Which was fine and dandy when you are just getting fluids but when they put you on an actual pump that has an alarm the sounds when the line gets backed up, it sucks. If I even thought about moving my arm the dumb pump would sound. Not being in my right mind I suggested the nurse try to find a better place for the port... This resulted in 4 unnecessary puncture wounds given to me by 2 nurses, a nurses aid and then a stat nurse. The stat nurse almost got punched in the face... STAT! You see what I did there? Anyway, all the other nurses weren't too bad, they didn't dig for a vein and they said they had a last resort which was the stat nurse. She wasn't of the mentality of don't dig for a vein, this woman brought me to tears. For what seemed like an eternity she dug for a vein and said she "got one." She didn't my vein collapsed and bruised and the fluid started to build under my skin... lovely.

My last straw was when I went to the bathroom and husband asked me if I wanted to brush my teeth to feel a little human. I said I wanted too and I couldn't lift my arms from the pain of the ports, that is when it hit me. All I could do is cry, my arms and hands were covered in gauze and med tape from all the pokes and the one the stat nurse did was killing me. Husband hugged me and called the nurse back and asked her to take out the second port. I could have married husband all over again.

It was time to turn in for the night because it was looking like the morning before I would go under the knife. My dad left and my mom and husband were hashing out the details of the next day when my awesome nurse (I had her before and after surgery and she too was pregnant so we talked babies and it made me feel better) came back in and said "I take back what I said, they will be up for you in 15 min". I was in shock. It was almost 10, husband called my dad back to the hospital and I took off my jewelry and in no time I was being wheeled to surgery.

When I got in to the OR it was surreal. I met the surgeon and the  put me to sleep with out me knowing doctor. I say that because I had no idea he was starting the anesthesia he just said, "ok" and the next thing I knew I was thrashing around in recovery. It was strange to be laying on the table because they started passing instruments above me and I didn't really freak out until I saw the intubation tubes. I don't know why that scared me but it did. They put the oxygen mask over my face and had me breathe deeply and that is the last thing I remember.

I don't know where I was in my sub-conscience when I woke up but it was someplace where it required me to get up and be somewhere. I tried to get up 3 times and had to be held down by the nurses, the amount of pain I woke up in was hard to process. I kept telling them "I am in a lot pf pain." and asking if it should be like this, Then it got so bad all I could do is moan. They shot me up with 3 hits of pain meds and I was still in so much pain I said I was going to throw up. They ordered more and some anti-nausea meds and finally I found some relief. They wheeled me back to my room and I was awake which everyone was surprised and I looked around the room and asked where my dad was, he had left because he was sure I would be asleep. I told them about recovery and my mom and husband said that is why it probably took me so long to get back to my room, it took over an hour. After I got settled, mom left and I asked husband to stay and he slept in the recliner.

I was so hopped up on pain meds, and just plain tired that my pump alarm had been going off and I had no idea. The migraine lady had to call the nurse.... the noise from the pump... triggered a migraine for her... OOPS!!!

I felt terrible.

She was moaning and asking why was no one helping her and all because I moved my damn arm.

Anyway, I ate the horrible hospital food and was told I could go home that day.

For the next week and a half I was in a state of twilight sleep and just recovered in our guest room.

I am not 100% but I am getting there and the baby was fine as we left the hospital and I have an ultrasound to check on bean and see how they are baking.

Friday, December 14, 2012

That time I had to have my gallbladder removed at 10 weeks pregnant....part une


It happened.

Some of you may be wondering where I've been.

Lemme tell you a story...

For the past few weeks I have been experiencing terrible nausea and vomiting, I honestly was chalking it up to morning sickness and was just counting the days until I was out of the hellish first trimester. None of the tricks worked, peppermint oil, crackers, carbonated soda, protein, ginger, different type of teas,any nausea treatment that was out there I tried to no avail and I was THIS close to calling my doctor for the suffering pregnant woman's best friend... zofran. But I solidered on...

Last Thursday started out rough, I choked down my peanut butter toast and got ready as usual, but as I was brushing my teeth I gagged a little and everything came right back up. I started crying. It was a battle anyway to eat at 5:30 in the morning, and now all that hard work was flushed down the toilet.
I went to work and just felt off all day, my stomach was killing me and no matter what I did I couldn't shake this persistant nausea, it was so bad that after my boss left at 4 that day I laid down on the newly installed carpet and tried not to move. When 4:30 finally came around I clocked out and slowly made my way to the car. I felt like a live round, any sudden movement and I would explode. We got home and I went straight to bed, then around 5:30 all hell broke loose. I couldn't get comfortable in bed, so I grabbed my robe and my pillow and decided to cut my vomit run distance from feet to mere inches. There is nothing like the bathroom floor when you are sick, especially my bathroom floor because not only is it bone chillingly cool but the heat vent warms it up frequently enough that you are never to hot or cold. Anyway, husband comes and checks on me and I just melt on to him. I knew I needed to throw up and that this was eminent but it just wouldn't come. It finally did and the momentary relief I felt was glorious, husband helped me to bed and moments later I was darting back to the bathroom... odd. I am usually I one and done thrower upper.

Husband fixed me some rice and mixed veggies because I wanted something bland and I had a few fork fulls and hunkered down for the night... problem was dinner wasn't sitting well. I was up and in the bathroom again. Then it hit me... I thought it was just pain from throwing up so much but when I laid back down my whole abdomen felt like a balloon ready to pop, I honestly felt like I was going to rip, right down the center. Husband and my mom got me back in to bed and all I could do was moan. There was a cycle now, throw up, feel ok for about 5 min, then the pain would start and I would writhe and moan for about 15-20 min and then I would throw up again. This was my hell from about 7-9pm. We called my OB because this wasn't morning sickness, we knew that now, but was it the flu, or something else? At this point I couldn't even hold water down and my mom and husband were on their phones, we called my OB and her answering service didn't pick up for some reason so we called my midwife, who thought it was the flu and sent husband out for fluids and some anti-nausea/vomiting meds, but when I threw that up I suggested calling my friends mom who is a nurse. She said get me to the ED regardless of what this was because I was going to needs fluids. In a last ditch effort my mom called my OB again and she echoed what my friend's mom said and she was even on call at the hospital and would be expecting us.

This is where I get on my soap box a get a little pissy.

I knew the ED was crowded, it kind of bummed me out because I knew that meant the possibility of a long wait was a possibility. We go through triage and I think to  myself a pregnant woman complaining of abdominal pain and can't keep fluids down may help me get seen faster. We sat in the waiting room for 4 FUCKING HOURS!!!! I only say it angrily because there is a sign when you first walk in that says people aren't seen in order as they come in but in severity of state or something like that. Looking around the room there were people worse off than me and people that weren't. The ones that were worse, or course see to them first. At this point My body was so exhausted and there was nothing left in it to heave so my vomiting had stopped. But you can't tell me the woman that was bragging that she had already been to the emergency department at another hospital earlier this week, AND had only come because her daughter needed to be seen so she thought she would get her foot looked at was a higher priority than me. Not only was she seen a whopping 2 hours before me but she was seen even before her own daughter. I shake my head at whoever was doing triage that night. Shame on them, and I don't even mean for myself, there was a girl that was probably 16 or 17, in so much pain she was sobbing quietly in to her fathers arms in the waiting room. That shouldn't happen.

Anyway, I spent most of my time in a wheel chair in the bathroom, I know it sounds gross but it was quiet and the corner I was in was dark, plus I didn't want to vom in the waiting room. Finally, someone must have told someone that a woman was sitting in a wheel chair in bathroom because a nurse came in and very rudely asked me what I thought I was doing in there.

 Me: I thought I was going to be sick so I came in here
Nurse: Ma'am are you ok?
Me: no, I am just waiting for my name to be called
Nurse: How can you hear it if you are in here? Your name has already been called.
Me (not liking the nurses attitude): Do you honestly think I am alone, my husband and my mother are with me and sitting in the waiting room. Somone will come in a get me AS SOON as you get to my name on this never ending list of people ahead of me.
 Nurse:.... what's your name

She finally calls my name and honestly after the whole waiting room ordeal the staff was absolutely wonderful. I finally get a bed at 2am on Friday morning and things went from bad to worse. I threw up again... yay and they ordered me pain meds and anti nauesa meds and can I just get a WHAT WHAT for morphine!!! It was glorious not to be in pain anymore, anyway they ordered ultrasounds of the babes and of my abdomen and the babes was fine (heart beat was 167 and I got to see heshe's little arm!) but then came the ultra sound of my belly. There it was, a huge gallstone in the neck of my gallbladder.

When the nurse came back in she kind of nonchalantly threw "meeting with the surgeon" in to a conversation and I was all drugged up and agreed and then once it sank in was all "SAY WHAT!?!?!" My mom called my dad told him what was up and we spread the word to family and friends. They moved me to a little room in the Clinical Decision Unit ( I, for one had never heard such a thing) and there I stayed until the meeting with the surgeon. He came in and said by the looks of it he would suggest surgery but would confirm with his attending... now, after years of watching Grey's Anatomy... I knew what this meant. My husband and mom left to get me some socks (it is freezing in hospitals yo) and something to eat because the Doc said it would be 30 min. I try to get some sleep and here he comes back 10 minutes later asked if I wanted to wait for my family and I said it didn't matter "Yep, you need surgery." I was shocked. I thought I was just suffering some hyperemises  and they were going to give me fluids and some stop vomiting meds and send me home... now surgery. I asked him to tell me in depth how this was NOT going to effect the baby and he obliged. I called my family let them know and then we waited.

Stay tuned for my shared hospital room antics, the nurses thinking I was a pin cushion, surgery and recovery.

Monday, December 3, 2012

9 Weeks

How far along? 9 Weeks, 31 weeks to go!
The baby is as big as: a prune
Maternity clothes? Not yet, but soon. I asked for Motherhood Maternity gift cards for Christmas. 
Stretch marks? nope
How I am feeling: Better this week, had a couple nauseous moments but they were manageable. 
Best moment this week?: getting momentary relief from puking 
Movement?: I could have sworn I felt something, then I farted and realized it's serious gas. 
Food cravings?:Strawberry pop tarts 
Gender?: I keep saying a boy because only a boy would make me feel this gross. 
Labor Signs?: Nope
Belly Button in or out?:innie 
What I miss: Being in control of my emotions. I hate crying, always have and because my body is chock full of raging hormones I am crying a lot more lately. I spotted earlier in the week (no cramping with it) and although it was around the time of my usual period and my uterus was going through a HUGE growth spurt I still cried. Moments before I had had a hormone driven melt down and proclaimed that I hated being pregnant and felt like it was my fault I was spotting.
What I am looking forward to: Not being a hormonal nut case. 
Weekly Wisdom: if you have a hormonal melt down, laugh about it later. 
Milestones: Not throwing up this week!  

Thursday, November 29, 2012

8 weeks

How far along? 8 Weeks, 32 weeks to go!
The baby is as big as: a green olive....gross 
Maternity clothes? not yet, but I can say that by the time I get home this preggo is feeling the pinch. 
Stretch marks? nope
How I am feeling: like crap. This week I feel really disconnected from everything. No matter how much sleep I get I am still tired, no matter what I do or don't eat I am still nauseous, there is just no feeling better at this point.  
Best moment this week?: Telling my family, friends and bloggies! The news was met with great excitement and even a few tears. 
Movement?: Nothing yet. 
Food cravings?:nothing of note, if the thought of it doesn't make me gag I eat it. 
Gender?: still feeling boy. 
Labor Signs?: Nope
Belly Button in or out?:innie 
What I miss:  not feeling like I am going to throw up all the time. 
What I am looking forward to: the second trimester.
Weekly Wisdom: throwing up at 7 am in your work bathroom stall while the person in the stall next to you has explosive diarrhea does not make a happy Monday.  
Milestones: seeing bean for the first time on the 20th and hearing heshe's heartbeat... a strong 157 bpm.  

Wednesday, November 28, 2012


I just threw up.

It was so violent that I now have broken blood vessels on the sides of my eyes and speaking of my eyes, they are very bloodshot.

This is going to be a long 8 months.

7 weeks

Written 11/16/2012

Man I can't wait to share the news with you guys and not have to back blog.

How far along?7 Weeks, 33 weeks to go!
The baby is as big as: Blueberry! 
Maternity clothes? Not yet, but I have made my selections and now wait for after Christmas sales...
Stretch marks? nope, but I did get a random zit on my hip... What is that about?
How I am feeling: Morning sickness has arrived and its brutal. I haven't actually thrown up yet and I am child of the mindset vomit=feeling better, but much to my dismay nothing will make this nausea go away. Even water makes me gag, which a problem because I believe I am becoming slightly dehydrated. 
Best moment this week?: Making my appointment to meet with a midwife! We found out they are really flexible with their paitents because they want everyone to experience a natural birth, so keep your fingers crossed that I am not high risk and can move forward with a home birth. 
Movement?: not yet, but good lord I have had some major cramps this past week. Which is what I can expect because my uterus grew from the size of a fist to the size of an orange. 
Food cravings?: Nothing. Food in general makes me feel less than stellar. 
Gender?: Feeling a boy. 
Labor Signs?: Nope
Belly Button in or out?:innie 
What I miss: Being able to eat anything and being comfortable when I sleep. I am already getting uncomfortable when I sleep on my stomach, I see a full body pillow in my future.
What I am looking forward to: Everyone knowing.
Weekly Wisdom: cloth diapering is confusing, it is probably going to take me these next 8 months to figure out which system will be better for us. 
Milestones: My brother in law called me on Saturday and asked if I was pregnant. He said I had been liking some baby stuff on Facebook, which I had liked CHOICE (the midwifery group) and DIY maternity which I came back quickly with no I wasn't, I was just showing support for friends.... he then proceeded to ask in a whiny voice "Well, why not?". I have to remember that people can see my every move on Facebook....

Monday, November 26, 2012

6 weeks

Written 11/9/2012

How far along? 6 Weeks 
The baby is as big as: A sweet pea
Maternity clothes? No, but I will say I am not looking forward to having to get them. I have been looking around and pickin's are slim ladies. 
Stretch marks? nope
How I am feeling: I thought I was tired before, but this tired ain't got nothing on this level of exhaustion. Everyone hits that 3 o'clock wall or whatever, I hit a 9 0'clock wall, a 2 0'clock wall, a 5 o'clock all and then decree I won't fight it anymore and I will be in bed by 8:30. Waking up at night to pee is getting ridiculous... 4 times last night.. 4! 
Best moment this week?: getting the new carpet installed in the back room! That will be our dog free, kid friendly area. Husband has been pretty crafty this week too, he is building a baby gate to keep the beasts at bay. 
Movement?: nope.
Food cravings?: I wanted a soda, so I had a few sips and called it a day. I didn't feel that guilty considering it was only a few sips. 
Gender?: This week I feel girl, becuase my face is breaking out, they say if you have a girl she steals your beauty. 
Labor Signs?: Nope
Belly Button in or out?:innie 
What I miss: sleeping through the night...
What I am looking forward to: Sending out our Christmas cards with the announcement, that is how we are going to tell extended family. I have the card and the outfit picked out.
Weekly Wisdom: When you are plus sized the scope of cute clothing options is narrow, add being short to that and it is narrowed even more, now add pregnant on top of that and it is almost NON EXISTENT! 
Milestones: Starting to get organized, and make plans for what needs to be done before the baby gets here. I am a planner and this is my time to shine! 

Sunday, November 25, 2012

5 Weeks

Written 11/2/2012:

How far along? 5 weeks
The baby is as big as: an orange seed
Maternity clothes? Not yet
Stretch marks? nothing new 
How I am feeling: I am beginning to feel nauseous of a morning if I move around too much and if I let my self get too hungry. Reflux reared it's ugly head yesterday and I still feel the burn this morning. On a funny note, they weren't kidding when they say your sense of smell is heightened, I was in the in car with my mom and I could smell metal, like holding pennies in your hand. I started sniffing around and it was the zipper on my coat....needless to say it had to come off.  Other than that my boobs are starting to ache and I feel like  95% percent of my life is now dedicated to sleep and going to the bathroom.
Best moment this week?: people are going to think I am crazy, but it is reassuring that my symptoms are increasing. 
Movement?: not yet.
Food cravings?: this week I have had two instances of food cravings, I would have killed for a bagel and cream cheese with that jarred salty cheese ball meat on it, or a big burger. 
Gender?: I have a feeling it is going to be a boy.  
Labor Signs?: Nope
Belly Button in or out?:innie 
What I miss: a real good poop. There I said it. You know how after a good poop you sometimes feel like you can conquer the world? I haven't had one in about 2 weeks.
What I am looking forward to: Telling the family at Thanksgiving 
Weekly Wisdom: Even this early, discussing names can be a really touchy subject. Husband and I are pretty set on our boys name, but girls names are another story. He hates everything I pick out for being to weird and I hate everything he picks out for being to common or plain. This will be our first real test in compromise. 
Milestones: it hitting me that in less than 30 days we put up or Christmas tree... that Christmas is only 52 days away...that I should probably look at the black Friday deals for baby stuff...because I will have a baby next year... and ZOMG! I will have a 5 month old this time next year.... GULP!

Saturday, November 24, 2012

4 Weeks

Written 10/26/2012

I choose this shirt because it is flowy and will probably last my entire pregnancy 

How far along? 4 weeks
The baby is as big as: a poppy seed

Maternity clothes? No, but because the bloat is of epic proportions, yoga pants are my new best friend.

Stretch marks? none that weren't there before.
How I am feeling: Pretty good thus far, the only real symptoms I am having are that I am more tired than usual and I am peeing constantly. I find myself waking up more, but not necessarily to go to the bathroom, although morning pee time seems to be getting earlier. Hello 4:45 am. 
Best moment this week?: finding out my eggo is preggo!
Movement?: does gas count? 
Food cravings?: I can actually say pasta, when I made my meal list for the next two weeks I realized I had 8 pasta dishes listed and was told by my husband to "pump the breaks"
Gender?: Don't know yet, but husband and I have decided to find out. 
Labor Signs?: Nope
Belly Button in or out?:innie 
What I miss: nothing yet, although I did realize today that my beloved diet coke and I had to break up this morning. 
What I am looking forward to: my Dr. appointment on November 20th 
Weekly Wisdom: I used to say that I didn't think God played a role in getting pregnant, you just hear some horrible things that happen to babies at the hands of their parents, and I couldn't wrap my head around a God that would bless them with a child and not me.  I think that was my own hurt and bitterness talking, but now... I get it, He has a plan! 
Milestones: Finding out I am going to be a mama! 

What Baby G is up to this week: 
 At 4 weeks
  • The ball of cells is splitting into the embryo (your future child) and placenta
  • Baby's neural tube, the building block of his spine, brain and backbone, is already formed.
  • The amniotic sac and fluid are forming into protective cushioning for your baby.

3 weeks 6 days

Written 10/26/2012

I sat at lunch, talking with Erin and Crystal and then it hit me. I was eating a baked potato, and it was delicious, when all of a sudden the bite I had just taken almost came back up. My stomach turned over on its self and the thought of putting another fork full in my mouth made me gag. Something was up.

I knew I could be pregnant and was dead set on waiting until the 27th, my projected start date, to test. I didn't want to test and deal with the let down. But something was nagging me (other than Crystal, who wanted to stop at Walgreen's on the way back to work...). 

My mind waged a war of am I or aren't I?
I was bloated beyond belief, this isn't common for me...
I didn't have tender breasts..... isn't that the big flashing light sign everyone talks about? 
I had cramping but it wasn't from one side and it wasn't like a real cramp, it was almost like a pulsing sensation in my lower abdomen that led to general discomfort.

So after almost yacking up my baked potato at lunch I thought "what the hell" and took a pregnancy test around 5:30 pm on 10/25/2012.

Husband and I had been trying for over 2 years and I knew that this month, with the stress of our financial situation and trying to bring our marriage back from the brink of collapse, that it had to have been too much for my body to handle.

We didn't worry about preventing, I mean 2 years of one lines and tears and we could honestly say that we thought we were never going to get pregnant without some form of medical intervention. So we just had fun.

I pee in the cup, at this point I would like to admit to you that I was peeing by way of night light. I like to do my business in mood lighting what can I say? Anyway,I decide to use one of the those cheapie tests that come with the OPK that you get on amazon because I don't think I am pregnant and I didn't want to wast one of my First Response tests.  I dip it in and see the one line, great. I knew it. I then started an internal scolding " You knew you were only 11 DPO and even if you were it isn't first morning urine", and "You should have waited until Saturday like originally planned".  So I finish up, flip the light on, wash the cup out and look down again before tossing the test in the trash and do a double take...there was something there.

a little faint something.

I hold it up to the light to see, and think there is no way there are two lines.

It was literally like the time stood still, this was literally the effing Da Vinci code, is there a second line or not? Once I got my wits about me I thought the only logical thing to do was compare it with an unused test. 

I tore open my last cheapie and set it down beside it for comparison.


There is definitively something there.

I had told my mom about Crystal's suspicions but didn't tell her I was taking a test, I screamed for her because I needed a second opinion, which with her eyesight probably wasn't the best choice, but she was the only other human home.

In the moments before she got to the bathroom door I felt like a cliche, all those times I would hear about women not knowing or seeing a second line. I would scoff and say two lines is two lines!!!

She looked at it and didn't really understand what she was supposed to be seeing and kept turning it the wrong way. But after I got her straightend out by pulling the wrapper with the instructions out of the trash for reference, and telling her no more than three times that I had followed the instructions to the T, she finally said "I think I see a line."

See for your self, what would you think?

sorry for the blurriness, my hands were shaking and sorry that it is upside down lol.

Because my mom wasn't as a reliable source as I had hoped I grabbed my laptop, pee stick in hand and I referenced and and both said a line is a line.

Still in disbelief, I text the pic to Crystal.

She said she was 98% sure I was.

I wished the line would have been darker to be sure, then my mom in her excitement said  "take one using the first response."

By this time it was 6:00. My mom tried to be reassuring and said to not be upset if it wasn't positive seeing as I had only tested 30 min before.

My mom was able to quell her excitement long enough to not be in the bathroom with me while I tested, although she did walk around with my first pee sick to different colored surfaces and light exposures to see if she could see it more clearly. 

I went in peeled the foil back and tested again.

I remembered Crystal saying that the package says  it could take 5 minutes, but really the second line shows up in a matter of seconds.

I counted to 20, placed the cap back on and held my breath.

As the test window began to register my results I clearly saw two lines.

I am officially a member of the 2 line club!

I got on the baby websites to determine my due date which is early July. 

Telling Husband

Written 10/26/2012

I had always wanted to tell Husband in a super cute way that I was pregnant, the only issue being that I wouldn't be able to keep a secret like this for long, so it had to be something that could be cute in a jiffy.

When I found out the day before his birthday it really left the door wide open as to what I could do. 

I could get him a onsie that said world's greatest dad, a happy birthday Dad card, or a cake that said From Katy and baby. 

The issue was I didn't want to do it in front of everyone and because EVERYONE was going to be at our house on his birthday I had to go back to square one. 

What to do, what to do? 

See husband was working and wasn't due home for about another 2 hours. 

I racked my brain. 

My mom was about to leave to go get a card when I thought wouldn't it be funny if I "Proposed" Parenthood to him? I thought about this in a joking manner. 

But joking manner aside, I thought it was a pretty good idea. 

I ran out the front door to stop my mom and told her my idea and she said that was perfect so now we were on the hunt for a box to put the stick in. 

I found my sunglasses case, it was white and kind of jazzy with a black velvet inside, just like a ring box, even if it wasn't just like a ring box the pee stick fit perfectly so it was going to be used anyway.  I got everything set up and ready to go, and then waited, and waited and waited. 

The clock ticked past his time to get off work, and then 40 more minutes passed. 

Isn't that lucky, the one night I have life altering news and he gets held up at work? 

He finally pulls in the drive way around 8pm and he is on his phone. 


Usually it is with his mom and it doesn't take that long.....

I go out side and he is on the phone with his sister and he won't stop his jibber jabbering. 

I physically had to go outside and intervene because I was about to blow the whole thing and yell "WILL YOU GET OFF THE PHONE I AM TRYING TO TELL YOU I AM PREGNANT IN CUTE EFFING WAY AND YOU BEING ON THE PHONE IS RUINING IT." 

He got off the phone and brought him in to the house and I sat him down on our couch and he said he was confused to which I replied he should be. 

I grabbed the box which was close by, took a deep breath and got down on one knee. 

He started laughing and asked me what I was doing and I said "Husband... Will you be a parent with me?"

Popped open the box lid and he saw the stick and was utterly shocked. 

I believe he said 
"SHUT UP!" 'SHUT UP!!" ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME!?!" "NU HUH!!" (please note that these were exclamtions of excitement, I don't want you to mistake these pc undertones as anger)

Then he proceeded to shower me with kisses. 

I got the whole thing on tape and I can't help but go back and watch it for a good laugh and a tear of happiness that usually ensues...hormones. 

We are trying to decide now how to tell the parentals. 

Friday, November 23, 2012

A very thankful Thanksgiving

After a long blogging break I have decided I am ready to blog again, and thought of no better way to start than to say what I am thankful for.

My family. I am not going to sugar coat it, my family irritates me a good 45-50% of the time, but goodness I love them.

My friends. not to sound to hallmark card but they are the family I get to choose and not to brag I think I did a pretty dang good job choosing these ladies.

My marriage. I almost lost it this year but in that dark time we both made the decision to stay and work on our issues and rebuild a stronger marriage and we are beginning to see our hard work pay off makes me proud of my husband and I and out relationship.

and last but not least...


That's right! The Mr. and I are expecting and we couldn't be more excited! I am 8 weeks along and we are due July 5th.

I hope everyone had a very happy Thanksgiving!!!

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Life. Bullet point style.

  • This blogger is going to be taking a breather for a little while. 

  • I some stuff going on personally that need my full attention, not that this took up a ton of time, but I am afraid I am going to reach my breaking point and unload on here and I am not ready to let the world wide web in on this situation. 

  • I will still post, probably short and sweet posts like this one. 

  • I am having to keep myself in check. You know when an aspect in your life is spiraling and you just want to change everything? That is where I am, I dyed my hair really dark brown, sketched possible tattoo ideas last night, priced out getting my nose re-pierced and made an appointment to get my hair chopped off today. 

I guess I just need to feel edgy and hard. 
  • I have decided that I don't really like eye shadow for my daytime look, I am leaning more towards a more washed out look. I think it has to do with my new found appreciation for my fair skin. 
  • I straightened my hair last night and can't stop touching it
  • I downloaded a bunch of new music, it is pretty much keeping me running
  • My dad's birthday is Sunday and I am making his gift and haven't even
  • Everything is up in the air and I hate it
  • I so want to throw everything in my closet away and replace everything.I think this is due to my above statement, I am craving major changes right now. 
  • I am sick. Every time I think I am getting over it, it creeps back up... dumb head cold. 
  • I stopped biting my nails. This has been 26 years in the making people! 
  • I finally got my stocking swap package and will post it's amazing contents tomorrow. 
  • I keep thinking it is Wednesday...lame. 

Friday, September 28, 2012

ABC is not as easy as 123


Lying to everyone, not about love, but about school.

Ok here is the deal.

Remember when I quit my job, went to school full time, and then my part time job fell apart because I got tendonitis, and then I got a new job at OSU?

Got all that?

Well, my want to further my education hasn't lessened any, especially working for a university.

I am now faced with the hard decision of continuing with my previous degree and do it on the borrowed dime or start a new program (same general field, allied health) for next to nothing at OSU.

I know the choice should be crystal clear but it's not, it is so murky that it is taking forever to decide what to do.

When I steered myself towards allied health and found surgical technology everything fit, it was everything I was looking for.

Then I got this amazing opportunity to work for OSU and they have a ton of degrees to choose from but allied health is limited. I decided to start looking in to the radiation therapy program and although the money is better, it just felt like settling.

I talked to husband and family  and they all think I am crazy for wanting to be in surgery anyway, and the possibility of making double what a surgical tech does, they all said the radiation therapy degree was the way to go.

I can't blame them for saying that, not that my family and husband are money hungry, they are anything but, it is just a perk at the possibility to not have to worry about living pay check to pay check.

I may not be able to swing going in to the surgical tech program, money wise.

Going to OSU maybe the only way for me to go to school....

I just can't shake this feeling that surgical technology is where I need to be.


Thursday, September 27, 2012

Mrs.G: Chapter Two

Growing up

Where did you grow up?
 I was born and raised here in Cbus, in a little suburb called Hilliard. When I came home from the hospital we went to my Grandma's house. My parents along with my brother were living with her.

In the couple years before I was born my parents split up, and my Grandpa Hunter (paternal), went over to my parents house and packed up my mom and my brother and moved them in to he and my Grandma's house. Their was always a sense of disappointment with how my father handled the whole situation and my family didn't exactly keep their feelings to them selves.

A little over a year before I was born my mom and dad got back together but my Grandfather in the mean time took ill. He had a very aggressive lung cancer and it took him within a year. He died a year to the day I was brought home from the hospital.

My family still lived with my Grandma and in May 1987 my parents were starting divorce proceedings, I call myself a love child for this reason.

I can still remember the Ridgewood house, the tree in the front yard that I fought so hard to climb, always in vain. I was so little. I remember the basement being a perfect circle and my brother and I roller blading around and around, I remember the wall of mirrors in the dining room that would cause me to climb on the dining room table and use it as a stage.

When we moved out we bounced around from apartment to apartment until my mom bought the house I grew up in. I was 7 and we moved in to this new condo community on what was the outskirts of town. When we moved there it was the complex and a grocery store, McDonalds and the rest was just corn fields.

* cute fact* as we were building our house, my mom took my brother and I there one day to see the progress and they hadn't put the insulation up. My mom grabbed a pen and had us sign the walls in our bedrooms. I so very badly want to see that little hand written signature again*

What was your earliest memory?

I can remember back to when I was 4, their was a particular incident at my Grandmas house that was absolutely terrifying.

I was an odd kid, I wasn't scared of the dark, in fact I loved it and would search high and low for the perfect  dark spot such as a closet (where my mother would find me quite often). Then one day, while playing in the basement I came upon my Grandma's old upright, out of commission freezer. I thought to myself, it has to be as dark as a closet, IF NOT DARKER!!! So my little four year old self decided to try this out, I pulled open the door and climbed in.

Here is the thing, there is more than one reason fridges keep your food fresh, its not only keeping your food cold, but also keep air out.

Yes, I had just voluntarily locked my self in an air tight freezer. I remember the door shutting and not immediately being scared. There was a few moments of WOW THIS IS THE BEST DARK PLACE EVER!!! Then the air was used up. I can remember gasping for air, trying to feel around for door, then crying. I was terrified, my little mind didn't grasp that severity of this predicament because at 4 you don't really understand death. But I remember bracing  myself and kicking with all my might gasping for air.

I finally got the door open and I remember gulping air and bolting up the stairs. I was hysterically crying and when I rounded the corner in to the living room I remember the look on my mom and grandma's faces. They had been catching up one minute and the next trying to decipher what happened from a screaming 4 year old. I dragged the downstairs and they saw the door open on the freezer and little scuff marks from my shoes on the walls inside.

Looking back this all happened in a matter of minutes but in my fearful mind it was hours, if not days.

I don't mind the dark, but to this day I don't like being in basements much or tight spaces.

What games did you play?
I had to do a lot of make believe growing up. My brother didn't really want his pesky little sister around so it was usually me playing dress up.

My grandma gave me a bunch of her old dresses from the 1950's and I would grab that and my old Fischer Price record player and my grandmas Andrew Sisters record and pretend my family had to escape city bombings in during WW2.

Or I used to move in to the bathroom and set up my bed in the tub and pretend I had this little cabin in the woods.

Next up: The teenage years.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

it's Wednesday, so you know what that means!

I have been a pinning fool this week peeps!

So let's get bombarded, shall we?

Source: via Mrs.G on Pinterest

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and because there are only 89 more sleeps until Christmas:

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There you have it! Have a great day everyone!!!