I love Fussy, yes I do.

I love Fussy, how about you?

If your answer is yes, then you better head over to her Baby Shower Blog and leave her some love.  It’s the next best thing to actually being there! 

She’s expecting Baby Boy Number FIVE and the induction is scheduled for May 15th.

Photo By Alli’s MIL

The Mrs. Fussypants Baby Shower blog is a surprise for her, so please go make her feel special while she is still bursting with child.

If your answer was, Fussy?  What’s that?  Then you are seriously in need of edu-mah-cation here.  I’m talkin’ about Mrs. Fussypants, otherwise known as Alli, otherwise known as Super-Amazing, Sweet, Kind, and Funny Nashville Mommy Blogger! (She only has like, what… A Gagillion Successful Blogs? Sheesh!)  Go check her out!

And if your answer was no… Well.  Come closer.  I have a fork I need to stick in your eye.






PS:  The contributors for  Blissfully Domestic (another of Alli’s successful ventures) are doing a surprise Baby Theme all week in honor of Alli!  Head over and see what’s gestating there!

Another Swan to fold.

As I write this post, it is Tuesday morning.

John and I have waited since Saturday night for news about our baby.

I started bleeding on Saturday night.

The experience continued through the weekend and into Monday.  I won’t describe it in detail.

I had blood tests on Monday.  The results we got this morning confirmed the worst.

It was a miscarriage.

The baby I had already begun to love is gone.

I feel rather empty, in more ways than one.

I need to go hold my son very tightly and be held very tightly by my husband.

I may not post for awhile – not sure.  I appreciate your patience and understanding while I carefully fold another Swan.

Ode To A (stupid) Ladybug

Goodbye, Ladybug…
We never even knew you.
But damn. You STUPID.

Ha! I bet you thought
I would write again about
my new pregnancy!

Guess I just did.
Oh well, I can’t help myself.
The joy is too great.

All I will say now
is: my maternity shorts
already fit. *cries* :’-(

This, I found today
right between my boobs – how rude!
A tick. Disgusting.

I do not care to
have more than one parasite
at a time, but thanks!

You may now peer into my uterus.

For some reason, the really cute widget that lets you see the alien baby in my uterus right now is being CRAPPY and it’s not working properly in the post. “No Widget Found,” it stupidly proclaims, when I try to include it in my post.

So click over to the website and look at my sidebar so you can Peeping Tom my uterus.

And you know you want to. Come on. Admit it.

It’s official – this lil’sprout is very, very new!  The pregnancy is considered to be 5 weeks along, although the baby has only been growing for 3 weeks.  (It has always annoyed me that the extra time b/w first day of last period and date of actual conception are added.  That is NOT how old my baby is, you crazy fools!)

*ahem*

So, like I was saying, Baby Number Two is 3 Weeks old.

Due dates are pretty notorious for actually meaning “this is the time of year AROUND WHICH your baby will be born.”  So, with that in mind, our official due date for Baby #2 is December 24, 2008. 

Yes.  Christmas Eve.

Please, save your groans.  If your birthday is in December and it has ruined your life b/c of the whole Christmas gifts instead of Birthday gifts/No one really cares about my birthday,Waaah! Thing, please save all your reprimands for someone else.  Someone who won’t think long and hard about mailing you a box o’ dog poop.

Honestly, I’ve been talking about mailing someone a box of dog poop for irritating me in some way or another for years now, people.  For YEARS.  And I have yet to do it!

Don’t pick Pregnancy Time to test me. 

(By the way, have I ever mentioned that I become a totally defensive, boorish, fight-picking hag when I’m pregnant?  No?   Well,  I do.)

*pause*

(Ok, so I just have something to blame my usual personality on when I’m actually pregnant.  SHUT.UP.)

So, yes.  I’ve worried a little bit that my kid will be very annoyed with me for letting Daddy “bang me and knock me up” at this time of year.

But in the end, I’m sure I will do SO MANY MORE things that he/she will hate me for.

So, I’m going with not caring about this one right now. 

Cool?  Cool.

Now give me something to eat. I’M STARVING.

Where I go on and on about baby making and blahblahblah…

So, if you read yesterday’s post, you know that I am pregnant. *smirky face bursting with happiness*

Or, as John enjoys saying, “I banged you and got you knocked up!”

Either way.

A few of you have asked if we were trying.  The answer to that is actually both yes and no.

See, when I got pregnant with Braden, we were REALLY trying.  I was taking my basal body temperature every day at 6am before I started moving (thermometer and notepad on bedside table) and then charting it online to create ovulation prediction graphs.  I was using ovulation predictor kits – Pee on a stick every day and it will say YES! or NO! so that you know if you should RUN HOME AND DO IT. 

I was testing and charting my cervical position, openness, and mucous, for crying out loud!  You haven’t lived until you’ve swished your finger around in there thinking, “is that high and medium or medium and open?”  and “I think this is egg-white mucous, it’s pretty slimy….”

THAT’S trying. 

This?  Well, this was basically trying the relaxed way.  As in, I stopped taking The Pill at the end of January to regain my libido and shrug off the worst of my depression.  (And it worked! Hurrah!)  But John and I discussed everything in detail, and decided that we wanted to get pregnant sometime this year, anyway… so we figured we would just forget about trying NOT to get pregnant.

So basically… we tried by not NOT trying.  Hah!  Looks like it worked for us.  We feel incredibly blessed and are grateful beyond words.

The other question I’ve been getting is: when’s the due date/how far along are you?

I would love to tell you… but I cannot do so yet with certaintly.  (And the control freak in me is positively FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS, by the way.  She’s just having seizures and melt-downs, pulling her hair out in clumps and FROTHING AT THE MOUTH.)

My last cycle was only 3 weeks long.  Usually I’m a 4-weeker.  Ovulation is generally during the second week, if nothing is fertilized, my period happens in week 4.  Last month, “my period” happened in week 3.  This both weirded me out and upset me.  See… that tends to be a bad sign, because if your cycle is too short, you don’t even have the chance to become pregnant.  Stick that together with what I learned from my Endocrinologist – women with Hashimoto’s (like me) often have trouble conceiving – and you had one worried Baby Momma.  It was also right when we were moving out of Mold House… so I was already stressed.  So, I just assumed my body was BLAH and I didn’t even take a test.

But upon reflection?  That could have been implantation bleeding.  Implantation, you see, occurs 6-13 days after ovulation (like, possibly in your third week, fyi).  Well, that last “period” was also very light and very short.

The point of all of that drawn-out blahblahblah?  It’s possible we conceived either Mid-March or Early April.  And we’re not absolutely sure which!

Sooooo.  The Carrolls are packin’ it up early Tuesday morning and heading to the lab at the OBGYN’s office.  There, blood will be drawn and tested for pregnancy hormone or hCG.  If the hormone levels are very, very low, the nurse says it is almost certain I conceived just recently.  If they are above “10,000″ (direct quote from her) it indicates a pregnancy further along, and I can have an ultrasound for precise measurement.  She says the labs should be back by Tuesday afternoon, so I’ll keep you all posted.

And before long, I may even be able to put up one of those cheesy sidebar widgets where you can watch my Floating Virtual Baby grow and imagine you’re seeing into my very own, real, wet and slimy uterus!

YAY!