Happy Belated Blogoversary
I just realized that I missed my third anniversary of blogging. I think I was too stressed about the doctor's appointment on Wednesday to pay attention to silly things like the date on Tuesday. Three years, people. THREE YEARS.
And here is where I delve into pregnancy weirdness so you might want to leave/heave/go find Steve:
I have NO mojo thus far in my pregnancy. One could blame it on me hating Teddy Bear, however I don't even want to do with my myself. Pitiful. Sweets = blech. This poses a problem when you take into consideration that I LOVE Coke. I've been drinking the caffeine free variety but now it is too sweet. Diet Coke tastes like dirty ass. Therefore, no Coke for me. What the fuck body?
I love chocolate a whole fucking lot. Since I got sperminated? Not so much. Couldn't care less about it in fact. Candy? Nope. Other sweets not yet specifically mentioned? Nope. Green vegetables? YUMMY. Say what? Luckily water is back on the menu because WTF why did plain water make me want to hurl? I am trying to be grateful on this one. Feeling of vomit? Much better. Boobies hurting like a mofo? Much better. Fatigue? A little better. Fibro pain in the morning? Better but not gone. I'll take it! Fruit? Gross excepting pinapple.
I no longer feel like death, and I am super fucking happy about that, indeed. Speaking of super fucking happy, I was driving home from the ultrasound and thought about Adrienne Stephanie's heart rate of 169. I snickered and thought to myself, "Self, that is your child." Erin mentioned the same thing in the comments. Yes, I am a dirty girl. As for the heart rate fortelling gender, I did a moment of research and gladly it is an old wives' tale. At this point I am rooting for a penis. More on that later.
And here is where I delve into pregnancy weirdness so you might want to leave/heave/go find Steve:
I have NO mojo thus far in my pregnancy. One could blame it on me hating Teddy Bear, however I don't even want to do with my myself. Pitiful. Sweets = blech. This poses a problem when you take into consideration that I LOVE Coke. I've been drinking the caffeine free variety but now it is too sweet. Diet Coke tastes like dirty ass. Therefore, no Coke for me. What the fuck body?
I love chocolate a whole fucking lot. Since I got sperminated? Not so much. Couldn't care less about it in fact. Candy? Nope. Other sweets not yet specifically mentioned? Nope. Green vegetables? YUMMY. Say what? Luckily water is back on the menu because WTF why did plain water make me want to hurl? I am trying to be grateful on this one. Feeling of vomit? Much better. Boobies hurting like a mofo? Much better. Fatigue? A little better. Fibro pain in the morning? Better but not gone. I'll take it! Fruit? Gross excepting pinapple.
I no longer feel like death, and I am super fucking happy about that, indeed. Speaking of super fucking happy, I was driving home from the ultrasound and thought about Adrienne Stephanie's heart rate of 169. I snickered and thought to myself, "Self, that is your child." Erin mentioned the same thing in the comments. Yes, I am a dirty girl. As for the heart rate fortelling gender, I did a moment of research and gladly it is an old wives' tale. At this point I am rooting for a penis. More on that later.
Labels: Preggo
posted by Sam at
3:06 PM
4 Comments:
Wow. All sorts of changes, huh? Still want to see the boobies! ;-)
I personally think you'd rather have a boy because you don't want a wee Sam Incarnate.
With your record thus far with genders, probability would say your fetus has a vagina and a scorching case of attitude, both of which will make her equally popular with the boys.
man. pregnancy fucks up people's bodies. that is so weird. i cannot imagine losing my interest in all things chocolate.
I just came back to this post, and realized that you dropped her name in this one. Very pretty! ;)
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