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Announcements

Filed under: Milestones,Parents,Pregnancy,Secrets,Sports — Amy @ 1:30 pm

Today is the day that the parents find out they’re going to be grandparents. We mailed a package to Jens’ parents that had matching Mariners T-shirts in Mens, Womens, and Baby size. The package is scheduled to be delivered at 7:00 tonight so we’ll probably be getting a phone call sometime around then.
We have the same set-up for my parents (except they’re Rangers T-shirts) and hopefully will get to deliver the goods and the news tonight, but are unsure because by some irritating coincidence, this is the busiest week of my parents’ lives. Dad has been out of town all week on business and they both have activities and committments scheduled over the weekend. So we’re hoping they will be available for dinner tonight when he gets in, since it looks like he’s going to cancel one of his previous arrangements. But it’s tough to say “hey, we need you guys to set aside some time together so we can tell you something VERY IMPORTANT” without giving away the surprise. Especially since my mom asks me if I’m pregnant every time I eat a banana and a pickle within half an hour of each other.
So we’re stuck with “hey, are you guys available for dinner, just because, since we haven’t seen you all week?” Doesn’t exactly inspire “drop everything and go” action, but what can you do.
This has been a very news-filled week. In addition to finding out that our family is growing, two of my closest friends got engaged. One is having a family-only wedding in April, so I don’t have to worry about that, but my best friend wants to get married in August. Translate as “my best friend wants to get married when I’m round, fat and grumpy.” WHY???
And have you seen the available maternity brides maid dresses? UGH. I hope I don’t have to take a black sharpie to all her wedding pictures.

Brilliant!

Filed under: Baby Names,Houses,Pregnancy — Amy @ 12:58 pm

So we’re hoping to buy a house when our lease expires in June. There’s just a small problem with the downpayment, or lack thereof. But never fear, being the ingenious people we are, we have devised a way to raise the funds neccessary for our dream house.

We can put our baby’s name up for auction on Ebay.

We think this prospect could easily bring in a few hundred thousand dollars, and would be a spectacular deal for the company who paid for the advertisement, because unlike the guy who auctioned off his forehead for 3 months, this advertising could last like 85 years! It would be at least 18 years before the kid could legally change his/her name, right?

And if your name is Frito Lay, you’re bound to get some attention, so the company wouldn’t have to worry about guaranteed exposure.

Are we brilliant or what?

“An-ti-ci-pa-tion…” (insert music here)

I’m intentionally delaying the setting of my first pre-natal doctors appointment. I think the biggest problem with this whole pregnancy thing is my inate phobia of pain. And upon reading this…

“This will probably be the longest visit you have with your doctor or midwife (unless you encounter problems along the way)…At your initial appointment your doctor or midwife will take your family history, and give you a thorough physical, including a pelvic exam. You will also get a Pap smear to test for cervical cancer. Routine blood tests are taken to identify your blood type, Rh factor, and whether you’re deficient in iron. You will also be tested for immunity to German measles (rubella) as well as for sexually transmitted diseases such as syphilis. Depending on your ethnic background and medical history, you may also be tested for sickle-cell anemia, Tay-Sachs disease, and thalassemia.”

That’s medical terminology for “they’re going to stick me.” And this is the part where I run and hide under the nearest examination table.

I hate needles. Hate them. They are one of the few things in life that can actually make me cry in public, which is embarrasing and frustrating and makes me hate them even more. This first appointment sounds like it will include a lot of needles. And a pap smear. FAN-TAST-IC.

Like Wow.

So I’m now covered on the best maternity insurance plan I’ve ever seen. From now until the baby leaves the hospital should cost us no more than $460. Score.

Good News

Filed under: Health...or Lack Thereof,People,Pregnancy,Work — Amy @ 4:46 pm

Thank goodness for understanding bosses. Jens’ company “corrected” the paperwork to get me insured starting the beginning of this month. They can do that because since I haven’t seen a doctor yet, I’m not “officially diagnosed” so it doesn’t count as a pre-existing condition. YAY FOR INSURANCE. That’s a load off my mind.

Guarded

Filed under: Have You Seen My Brain?,Pets,Pregnancy — Amy @ 4:15 pm

I was thoroughly guarded last night. For some inexplicable reason, our fun-loving puppy (who will always be “puppy” to us, even though he reached adulthood over a year ago) was on orange-alert the ENTIRE night. No matter where I went, he followed and intently watched the door as if some monster was going to come in and attack us. He was up ALL NIGHT guarding the bedroom. He wasn’t noisy or anything, but he was awake and watching the door the whole night while we slept. This is the same dog who doesn’t wake up when you shove him half-way across the bed.
At about 4:30am he woke us up by growling at the door. We let him explore the house and he was totally spooked about it. Then he went back to the bedroom and continued to guard it for the rest of the night, his little ears perked to full attention. Sometime between then and when the alarm went off this morning, he relaxed and seems to be ok now. Weird.

And he wouldn’t come back inside this morning when I let him out before I left for work, which consequently made me late. He ALWAYS comes inside when you call him, at worst when you offer him a treat. But no, he had no intention of stepping foot back into the house. I eventually had to resort to dangling the leash in front of him. I hate doing that because he LIVES to go on walks and I feel like such a SCUM BAG for tricking him into coming inside and then not taking him for a walk. You should have seen the wide-eyed look he gave me when I left. GUILT GUILT GUILT.

I was also late for work because I spent 20 minutes this morning looking for my keys. I should have been looking for my brain the whole time. Somehow, I managed to find them. In the trunk of my car. Thank goodness for the extra set of car keys J leaves on the counter. And for whatever prompted me to look in the TRUNK for my KEYS.

Valentine’s Surprise

Filed under: Confessions,Jens,Marriage,Pregnancy,Secrets — Amy @ 10:28 pm

I broke the news to J at dinner. Here he was expecting a nice quiet dinner out. BU-WHA-HA-HA-HA! I gave him a bag that contained a pooper-scooper*, a pair of infant booties with baseball puffs on the toes, and a book entitled “Father’s First Year.” He had that “deer in the headlights” look all night. He’s so cute that way. But I think he’s excited. He took it better than I did.
By that, I mean he didn’t give himself a stomach ache by jumping up and down and screaming obsenities.
But I’m doing better. I thought it would really annoy me that everyone else is really excited about this news that is going to change my life much more drastically than it affects theirs… but now I find it kind of helps with the anxiety. For some reason I feel that if nobody else is contemplating hurling themselves off a building, perhaps it’s not so neccessary afterall.
J is going to talk to his boss tomorrow to see if it’s too late to add me to the insurance policy. He’s got a really good plan, so it would be great to be on it. That, and the fact that there aren’t any personal insurance plans in Texas that cover maternity, so it’s pretty much company insurance or bust. I don’t like the sound of bust.

*Evidently not everyone is aware that pregnant women aren’t supposed to have contact with the litter box. Hence the pooper-scooper.

Valentine’s Surprise

Filed under: Pregnancy — Amy @ 5:28 pm

I broke the news to J at dinner. Here he was expecting a nice quiet dinner out. BU-WHA-HA-HA-HA! I gave him a bag that contained a pooper-scooper*, a pair of infant booties with baseball puffs on the toes, and a book entitled “Father’s First Year.” He had that “deer in the headlights” look all night. He’s so cute that way. But I think he’s excited. He took it better than I did.
By that, I mean he didn’t give himself a stomach ache by jumping up and down and screaming obscenities.
But I’m doing better. I thought it would really annoy me that everyone else is really excited about this news that is going to change my life much more drastically than it affects theirs… but now I find it kind of helps with the anxiety. For some reason I feel that if nobody else is contemplating hurling themselves off a building, perhaps it’s not so neccessary after all.
J is going to talk to his boss tomorrow to see if it’s too late to add me to the insurance policy. He’s got a really good plan, so it would be great to be on it. That, and the fact that there aren’t any personal insurance plans in Texas that cover maternity, so it’s pretty much company insurance or bust. I don’t like the sound of bust.

*Evidently not everyone is aware that pregnant women aren’t supposed to have contact with the litter box. Hence the pooper-scooper.

Going Digital

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGG-GGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

After calling my best friend the pharmacist in a frenzied panic this morning, I took her suggestion about ignoring the 1-line-2-lines test and instead getting the digital version. The kind that says “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant.” I thought that sounded like a great idea.

Guess what. Evidently, 1.5 lines = Pregnant.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGG-GGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Testing, Testing, 1-2-3

Filed under: Is It Time to Panic Yet?,Pregnancy — Amy @ 9:14 am

1 Line = Not Pregnant
2 Lines = Pregnant

WHAT THE HELL DOES ONE AND A HALF LINES MEAN???

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