Every day I make these big plans for things I’ll be doing after work – cooking an awesome dinner, getting some housework done, and then writing a fascinating blog post detailing the incredibly deep thoughts I have during my fairly mundane day job, followed by fantastic sexy times with my amazing husband, after which I get 8-9 hours of blissful sleep.

That shit just ain’t happening.

Despite my good intentions, dinner never seems to get planned out ahead of time, I am too tired to do much when I get home, and I fall asleep around 8pm most nights only to toss and turn half the night and wake up as tired as when I went to bed.

Paul has been a real trooper about all of it – making dinner when I’m tired, doing laundry, cleaning the fish tanks without me even having to ask him, and generally just being supportive and amazing.

The only thing that has really thrown him so far is not how tired I am, but how emotional I get. Twice now I have burst into tears in restaurants right in front of him with no warning whatsoever. Once because he said something really really nice, and once because I realized I was going to have to shop for some bigger clothes.

Pregnant, and having to shop for bigger clothes…can you imagine?? Yeah, makes more sense now, that day it was particularly devastating.

Teary outbursts aside, things seem to be going well enough. I have my first appointment tomorrow morning, where they will do a pregnancy test and take about a gazillion vials of blood. I’ve never quite understood the notion of giving you a pregnancy test when they typically don’t see you until you are a few good weeks along and have already peed on about 367,967 test at home. With my last I was 9 weeks before they had me in and I was already showing, but they still did a test, I guess in case that lump under my shirt was actually a cheesecake tumor or something?

I’m not sure if they’ll be doing an ultrasound tomorrow or not, but I’m hoping they will be. Paul is going to the appointment with me, and this is all kind of new and exciting for him. It would be cool for him to get a glimpse of what’s going on in there, since the only physical proof he has so far of these changes are a bunch of dry pee sticks and a wife who cries at the drop of a hat.

Will update tomorrow on the appointment, but in the meantime, I got this in the mail today. LOVE it!!

 

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