Do you know what I totally forgot? I forgot about the hot
tub…well, both of them. Technically one is a Jacuzzi, but whatever.
Calm down, I'll get to the part where I left off in a bit, keep your shorts on...LOL.
So, we went on vacation at the end of April to (where else?)
St. Louis. We tried going elsewhere, but we just couldn’t afford it. We told
ourselves, we’ll go on a vacation far away next year (Lie #1). So we stayed
with his parents like we always do for Spring Break, and we stayed for eight
days, longest we’d ever been gone.
So we booked a nice hotel for two of those days in the city
(well, pretty near the city, it was near the zoo) and had an amazing time. The
room was Treasure Island themed, with nautical items decorated through the
room, a fireplace, really modern and neat looking bathroom, a HUGE bad and a Jacuzzi
(which is what sold us on the room in the first place. It was either that room
or the James Bond Suite and to be honest, I wanted a Jacuzzi more than pictures
of Bond girls staring at me from the bed…seriously).
Had nice dinners, went to the zoo on Speedster bikes
provided by the hotel, tried to go swimming in the pool (it was too cold still,
lol), great stress relief.
And we were unplugged, the whole time. No joke, no
computers, no phones (only for GPS and then they went off again). It was
FANTASTIC and can’t wait to do that again.
Needless to say, the Jacuzzi was awesome. That is all I will
say about that (ahem coughcough)
Now fast forward to end of May, Memorial Day weekend. We go
to my sisters house and hangout by the pool and their hot tub that seats around
8 people, if you wanted it to, but probably 5 or 6 is good. Steve and I get in the hot tub and I start
fidgeting.
Me: GAH! It’s freaking hot in here!
Steve: It’s the same temperature it always is.
Me: Oh, well, I know, it’s just, I don’t know.
Two more minutes pass by, for a total of maybe five minutes
in the tub
Me: Oh my god I have to get out I feel like I am on fire.
Steve: Geez, really? What is up with that?
Me: I don’t know, but I need to get out, holy shit.
Without even checking the temp of their pool, I hope right
in and immediately start cooling off. I think to myself, crap, I hope I am not
getting sick. I have been getting a lot of sun lately with bike riding and all
that, but I have been putting on sunscreen like a mofo and keeping hydrated.
And why am I so dark already? It usually takes me all summer to get this dark…geez.
What the hell is going on here???
So, yeah, there was that, too. So many signs and I ignored
them all, too busy and stressed to really notice.
Until I pee on that stick.
So, I’m in the bathroom, dropped my shit (not literally, I
mean the shit in my pocket) in the toilet. I fish it out and clean it off (don’t
worry I flushed before I dropped it, ewww…except the quarter I did flush that.
My bad!).
I take a deep breath and think, okay, thank God Steve is
here. I go out of the bathroom, keeping it closed and say, hey honey, come here
a second? And he’s like, um…okay.
I pull him into the bathroom, still shaking and babbling
like an idiot. He’s just looking at me like I’ve gone completely mental, yeah
and I am the one telling him not to freak out. And he’s confused and says why
and then…
BAM! I put the stick a couple of inches from his face so he
can read it.
The look on his face was priceless. Processing to comprehension to surprise to
joy, all in 10 seconds. It’s a beautiful thing. And it’s the first time, for
five seconds since I found out, that I am not freaking out.
And then I go back to freaking out.
So we stepped out of the bathroom and told our friends. It
was pretty awesome.
Now, I know what you’re saying…OHMYGOD you just starting
telling people right away??? And you didn’t tell family first???? *GASP*
First of all, I was at my friends’ house. How in earth are
you supposed to sit on a piece of info like that and pretend everything’s cool?
I am a HORRIBLE LIAR, so that was out. Plus, she just asked what I wanted to
drink. Oh, I just brought over all this bunch of alcohol and mentioned how
badly I needed a drink but nah, I’m good now, thanks.
Yeah right.
Second, we understand why people wait and all, but we didn’t
want to, so we didn’t. And we were going to tell our parents on Monday anyway.
Third, we decided that we were going to tell who the hell we wanted, when the hell we were ready, so there.
I told Amy (awesome friend who told me to right this funny
shit down) and her family on Sunday. They are my extended family peeps. I
couldn’t even sit on it a day without telling someone, that is how excited we
were.
We told our families (moms, dads, sister, Shannon, who is my
best friend since dirt sister, brother…you get the picture) on Monday.
My mom cried after looking catatonic for about two minutes.
My dad was like COOL! My nephew said, see, I totally called it and it better be
twins. My sister was excited that she would get me back for all the stuff I did
to her when she was pregnant (nothing mean, didn’t hurt her and I didn’t know
any better because I was 12, okay? Just imagine every question and statement
that you shouldn’t say to a pregnant person and that will about cover it most
likely).
The next couple of days were crazy, but awesome.
Everyone we had told in person, they did a great job of
holding it in until we were ready to tell the world. Which didn’t take long. I
had a doctor’s appointment on Monday for my thyroid testing anyway, so while I
was there, I was like hey, I peed on three sticks, pretty sure I am pregnant.
They took some blood, called me back and bam, yes you are. As soon as we got the
official okay dokey, we posted it on Facebook like this:
Because we’re nerdy like that, haha.
So that is how we found out and told everyone.
As for the title of the blog, it was the first thing that
came to mind. When I tried to explain what pelvic pain felt like to Amy in a
text message and actual phone conversation I literally said:
Steve said I should start a blog called: Here’s what’s wrong
with me today from being pregnant lol. Example for Week 11: I feel like an
extra on the set of the Blob and all the cats puked in sympathy for me while I
was puking in the bathroom. At least it doesn’t feel like superman kicked me in
the crotch today.
It really does feel like that. And more tidbits I will share
for later ;)
End of Part 2.
