This morning marks my 18th week, and I feel like I've been on a journey already. I know many of you are thinking "she didn't even know she was pregnant"... and while that may be true, let me just say, my husband and I have thought I was very sick for a while. We had even gone to the doctor when I would've been a month pregnant, to test for ovarian cancer and HPV, with much frustration and very little answers. They missed the pregnancy when I told them to test my blood... but because it didn't show up on a urine test, they lied to me, took my blood, and used it to test for an HIV instead.
Okay, I'm done with that little rant... I've enjoyed being pregnant, and although there have been many unpleasantries, I can't say some of them aren't a little bit funny. This past Thanksgiving break my husband and I did nothing but lounge around the house for four days straight. We even went a little crazy, on spur of the moment, and ran to Walmart like crazy folk in search of everything for a traditional meal. It was our first Thanksgiving just the two of us (ehem, and the little bit), and we enjoyed it more than I thought we would.
We slept in together Thanksgiving morning, and by 10:30AM were basting the turkey together and making cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy. For the first time, we cleaned up after ourselves without saying anything, and once the bird was done and the few side dishes we'd chosen, we sat down to eat around lunch. I cannot begin to explain the joy I experienced when my husband prayed over our meal, and thanked God for "our baby"... it's bringing tears to my eyes just typing it (although I am a little over emotional at this point).
The rest of our break was spent playing co-op Xbox battling against Orcs, and the right arm of Sauron, to win Middle Earth, as well as eating leftover turkey and dressing. Our two indoor male cats drove me crazy the entire time... as well as our one outdoor female cat (who's terribly senile and old). They acted out for attention and continuously knocked things over. While I understand they're cats, I guess I can really blame the pregnancy when I say it just rubbed me the wrong way. Our tuxedo Manx, Malcolm, escaped Sunday morning as my husband took out some trash. I was not happy as I chased him on the frosty ground barefoot... although I did catch him.
Later on in the day I did some laundry, and my husband ran the dishwasher and fixed himself some lunch for this afternoon. I'll never forget the laughs I got when he asked me why I was so cranky (did you forget the cat escaping?)... I embarrassingly blamed the cats and tried to move on. But as he pushed and pushed I finally admitted to him that I had peed myself while sneezing. Yes, I sneezed and peed myself... I'm not sure if he didn't believe me, but he busted out laughing at me.
"You can't be serious." he chuckled. "Unfortunately I am." I replied, feeling myself turn red. Did he feel bad, did he comfort me? No, but he did continue to laugh. While it was a little infuriating to sit and listen to his chuckles while I confirmed, again and again, that I was being truthful, I can see how it was funny now. You have to be able to laugh at yourself, right? He wanted me set an hourly alarm on my phone so I could go to the bathroom continuously, after reassuring him that the little weight sitting on top of my bladder was not helpful. He did make it up to my by frying flap jacks after we mixed it together.
My whole point in this ongoing post? Yes, I have pregnancy brain and continuously forget where I meant to go with things. And, yes, it is a very true fact that sneezing, even with a tiny amount of urine in your system, could lead to peeing yourself. But thirdly, it is also true that you grow hair everywhere. I guess it's just hormones, but my bump has a complete layer of fine hair now, complete with an ever shallow belly button.
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