Last week or so, I have been waking up hungry, getting hungry again before lunch, hungry again before dinner, and I even got up after midnight one night to eat SOMETHING, ANYTHING, because I was starving and my stomach hurt.
I'm not a breakfast person, and I've been known to not eat before 1 or 2 if I don't get around to it. I'm really tired of eating already.
And plus, I've been waking up at around 5 a.m. to kick off covers because I'm soaked and baking. It's like waking up in a sauna. Unfortunately, I then can't sleep anymore, because I can't sleep without covers.
Imagine how tired I will be in, oh, nine months.
Yup! I'm pregnant!
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First order of business is making myself a lightly weighted "blanket", same type as Kittyboy's, just pellets and fabric, in the hopes that under and only that, I will not get so hot. I've just got to have something with substance on me to sleep! Second order of business is cleaning my house over the next four months, so that I can lay down as much as possible for the next five after that.
And some time, I need to come up with a list of people who can be called if I need a ride to the hospital and Husband is in work. Sadly, two out of the three names that first came to mind don't own cars. Darn it. Need friends with cars.
Although, if it comes down to it, that's what taxis are for, although I would then have to take Kittyboy along into the ER or wherever. So ideally, friends with cars. In town.
We'll figure it out.
Kittyboy was with me when I bought the pregnancy test. I told him we were looking for something to tell us whether Mommy was having a baby, and explained where babies come from (mommies! In somewhat the area of our tummies!), and he was quite taken with the idea of having His Very Own Baby. So then I found the tests, and picked one up off the shelf, and with a delighted giggle he snatched it from my hands and turned it over - and stared blankly with puzzlement at something that looked not in the slightest like a baby. What did THIS have to do with babies? "I pway wiff baby?" I explained again that babies don't come in little white boxes from the Walmart pharmacy, and IF there was a baby on the way for us, it was in ME. It had to grow inside me. He looked at my stomach. He didn't look convinced. "Baby gwow in Mommy HOUSE...?" "Well, yes, when Mommy is IN her house, because... babies grow in mommies." I guess he thought that was a pretty boring way to grow a baby. Can't see it or play with it or anything! But he has accepted that there is a baby in Mommy, and so we cannot "boom" Mommy or be rough with her, because babies are delicate and (at this age) VERY little, and we do not boom them (booming meaning pushing onto his bed to bounce).
Imagine what fun he'll have at an ultrasound!! I can't wait!