What's up bitches! Guess who is 21?! Oh, that's right it's me. The agenda for this birthday weekend includes Vegas and strippers, and I must say I am pretty excited about it.
But let's just say someone I know is going to have a very sober 21st birthday. And why is that? Let's just say that that someone found out two days before their birthday that they are pregnant, and not only are they pregnant, they are eight months pregnant. EIGHT FREAKING MONTHS.
I apparently don't know where babies come from.
And apparently I can be blissfully ignorant about things that are kind of really important.
I have no idea how I missed the fact that there is a small fry growing in my womb, but I am kind of super thankful that I work so much and that I haven't had time to go do anything stupid, but I went to the doctors, which is a huge phobia of mine, because I have been feeling kind of odd lately, and figured I should do the adult thing and take care of myself.
So, I go in the back room, get asked to pee in a cup. No big deal. But then hey, "It looks like you're pregnant." Wait what? That requires sex, and it has been quite a while since I was in a relationship, none-the-less any of THAT nonsense, and I got an IUD in last January. Nope. Not possible, I would have noticed something. So what do they do, pull out the in office ultrasound machine. And POOF!! Baby. Or as my doctor said with a huge smile on his face, "It looks like there is a not so little baby in there! I'd guess you could be due anywhere in the next month or two!" WHAT. WHAT THE ACTUAL F---. Okay, I didn't really say that, but I did say "Holy shit, are you serious?" Yeah.
Well as I am sitting there in shock over this news, my doctors is happily going on about how I should schedule an appointment with him next week and that we'll start checking to see if I'm dilated then and that he'll set me up an ultrasound appointment for the next day (yesterday). So I'm sitting there nodding and thinking "Oh sweet baby Jesus I have to tell my parents. And my boss. They are going to MURDER me. MUUUUUUUUUURDER."
But alas, I did tell them. And they all seemed okay, in shock, but okay. And after taking a nap with the martian I was okay too.
You know, I don't know how I was so delusional for so long. I had noticed that I had been getting rounder, and I just chalked it up to bad genes, the fact that I eat really shitty at work, and that I eat a ton right before I go to sleep in the morning. I also have been popping TUMS like crazy the past couple of months because of heartburn, which should have been a red flag right there because I have only ever had heartburn while I was pregnant with the martian. And of course, I have felt movement, but I once again chalked it up to a bad diet, bad sleep patterns, and phantom kicks. Yes, I am just that stupid.
So yesterday afternoon I had a real ultrasound appointment. And yep. BABY. Not a dinosaur, or an alien, or a puppy. There is a baby. With a penis. Ladies and gentleman I am having another baby boy! Yeah, I kind of wanted it to be a girl since I have a little boy, but this makes my DRASTICALLY shortened prep time soooooooooooooo much easier! Not only did we find out that it's a little boy, but it also appears that he has hair, and that everything looks good! Hooray! Also, we could not see a piece of plastic anywhere, so apparently somewhere in the last year it fell out and I hadn't noticed. Thank God. I've heard horror stories, and I was pretty freaked out. Most importantly, we learned that baby boy's approximate due date is January 23rd.
I knew this upcoming year was going to be crazy, but I had no idea that it was going to start off with quite a bang!
Now that this has gotten quite lengthy, I hope you have a great day, I know I will!
xx
Friday, December 20, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Walking In A Winter Wonderland..
Excuse me while I fail at life.
My little man turned one on Thanksgiving, and I will let you know that I didn't even cry! I cried about it the night before.. Haha. I got him a Cozy Truck for his birthday, and I will be kindly reminding him when he is sixteen that I already bought him a truck for one of his birthdays, so he shouldn't expect another one.
My child is a strange one. So, for his birthday he had his own "smash cake", and honestly, he wasn't all that into it. Usually when he eats, he's pretty good about actually eating his food until he gets full and then everything goes FLYING. Well, with his cake he just started picking at it and nicely eating one of the pegs on top (it was shaped like a Lego), and I figured once he was bored of actually eating it he would do what he normally does and start tearing into it and throwing it everywhere. No. When he was done, he simply took of his bib, and that was that. He wasn't even that messy until he yawned and went to rub his eyes which of course led to frosting all over his face, but other than that there was a little bit on his bib and then on his hands. He never even got any on his clothes.
At the beginning of this month, as a Christmas present, my mom took me up to Salt Lake to see the musical version of Green Day's American Idiot. I had a blast. The roads up there were pretty shitty because the whole state decided to snow over a foot in a few hours, so we decided to drive up to Provo and then take the Frontrunner up to Salt Lake where we would then get on Trax and end up at the U of U where the performance was. For being UTA noobies, we did a damn fine job at getting on the right trains and getting where we meant to go. We never even got lost! It was quite the grand adventure and it was way nice to have some quality time with my mom.
Well my November goal went well, I finished all of my birthday and Christmas shopping, and I didn't let work get to me too bad. So that was good. However, I have fallen behind on my money jar because I packed everything into a box so that I could set up a new bed I bought, and yeah...I have not unpacked that box yet, so my money jar and the martian's coin jar are still packed up, because I have been finding other things to do on my few days off and that really hasn't been a priority.
So my goal for December is to unpack that damn box so I can catch back up on my jar and so I stop having to carry coins around!!! When I pay for anything in cash, I don't use any change I just use dollars, and then I have been putting all of the coins into the jar to start a savings account for the boy. So, I still haven't been spending my change, but since I have nowhere to put it, it's currently making my wallet fat and heavy.
So there is that excitement. I am planning on writing again soon, but it seems like I am either busy working or busy stressing. So we will see how it goes.
Just as a side note: Getting off work and it being between -5 and -20 degrees outside is bullshit and I kind of hate it. A lot. GRR.
Have a great rest of the week and stay warm!
xx
My little man turned one on Thanksgiving, and I will let you know that I didn't even cry! I cried about it the night before.. Haha. I got him a Cozy Truck for his birthday, and I will be kindly reminding him when he is sixteen that I already bought him a truck for one of his birthdays, so he shouldn't expect another one.
My child is a strange one. So, for his birthday he had his own "smash cake", and honestly, he wasn't all that into it. Usually when he eats, he's pretty good about actually eating his food until he gets full and then everything goes FLYING. Well, with his cake he just started picking at it and nicely eating one of the pegs on top (it was shaped like a Lego), and I figured once he was bored of actually eating it he would do what he normally does and start tearing into it and throwing it everywhere. No. When he was done, he simply took of his bib, and that was that. He wasn't even that messy until he yawned and went to rub his eyes which of course led to frosting all over his face, but other than that there was a little bit on his bib and then on his hands. He never even got any on his clothes.
At the beginning of this month, as a Christmas present, my mom took me up to Salt Lake to see the musical version of Green Day's American Idiot. I had a blast. The roads up there were pretty shitty because the whole state decided to snow over a foot in a few hours, so we decided to drive up to Provo and then take the Frontrunner up to Salt Lake where we would then get on Trax and end up at the U of U where the performance was. For being UTA noobies, we did a damn fine job at getting on the right trains and getting where we meant to go. We never even got lost! It was quite the grand adventure and it was way nice to have some quality time with my mom.
Well my November goal went well, I finished all of my birthday and Christmas shopping, and I didn't let work get to me too bad. So that was good. However, I have fallen behind on my money jar because I packed everything into a box so that I could set up a new bed I bought, and yeah...I have not unpacked that box yet, so my money jar and the martian's coin jar are still packed up, because I have been finding other things to do on my few days off and that really hasn't been a priority.
So my goal for December is to unpack that damn box so I can catch back up on my jar and so I stop having to carry coins around!!! When I pay for anything in cash, I don't use any change I just use dollars, and then I have been putting all of the coins into the jar to start a savings account for the boy. So, I still haven't been spending my change, but since I have nowhere to put it, it's currently making my wallet fat and heavy.
So there is that excitement. I am planning on writing again soon, but it seems like I am either busy working or busy stressing. So we will see how it goes.
Just as a side note: Getting off work and it being between -5 and -20 degrees outside is bullshit and I kind of hate it. A lot. GRR.
Have a great rest of the week and stay warm!
xx
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