This was the second pregnancy test I took, after we finished at the walk-in clinic. We just wanted to make sure that the first test wasn't defective. Apparently it wasn't.
I have started this blog to keep track of some stuff, and because writing things down makes me feel better, and also because I feel it's important to keep a few select people updated about things (and not the whole of Facebook). It's difficult to find the time to text and I live so far away from my friends that having a blog like this is probably a good idea.
So if you are here, you probably know that I am currently host to a growing parasitic infection which has been dormant in my uterus for about five weeks now. (Technically, since they count from the date of your last period, which would be my birthday.) Upon finding this out, I was inconsolable (...in the bathroom... at work... ) and my life was flashing before my eyes (how was I going to live without drugs?!) and also the fear that I would turn into a disgusting manatee like someone I know (coughmelissacough) and post unflattering pictures of myself on Facebook and maybe even have an ugly baby.
Despite the news travelling fast around my place of work (snide bitches from customer service who were hiding from their duties in the stocking room eavesdropping on my telephone conversations) and people I didn't even know congratulating me (huge guys from stocking patting me on the back and telling me it was going to be okay) I decided to come home and spread my happiness (read: hand Keith my home pregnancy test with a solid line and a faint one with eyes like this O_____O which probably suggested something of great doom was about to happen).
Then some other stuff happened, like visiting a walk in clinic (where the doctor told us that since we were married it was bound to happen sooner or later so may as well take advantage of it now) and getting drained of my blood at lifelabs by an Asian lady who was more excited about my delicate state then I was.
Anywho, fast forward to now:
- We have decided to keep the baby. Mainly because we want to. It's like a science project. But that goes on forever.
- We have visited the library and taken out some baby books. They have titles like "Guide for the Expectant Father" and "Let's Panic About Babies! How to endure and possibly triumph over the adorable tyrant who will ruin your body, destroy your life, liquefy your brain and finally turn you into a worthwhile human being". Keith is plowing through his book. I've read like the first chapter of mine.
- We have pinpointed the exact date of conception and divided the blame accordingly. It is all Keith's fault, no matter what he says. It is always the man's fault.
- We are currently awaiting the results of our blood test, and on Monday I will be contacting my family doctor in London to make an appointment. For all you friends in that area, it means you will be seeing a lot more of me!
- We've discussed some scary and not so pleasant things. Like finances, Keith being here, food, shelter, etc. I'll probably delve more into that stuff later.
- I am taking prenatal vitamins and eating like a seacow.
These are the people that know I am knocked up:
Keith
Amy
Anna
Rachel
Jenn
My parents
Michelle, Annette, Moody
Some random fuckers at work
More people do not know because we want to be cautious. I am very early in my pregnancy and there are things that can go wrong. If things do wrong, we are prepared to deal with them, but we do not want backlash from the general public. It is for this reason that we have decided to wait until I have began my second trimester to officially announce that we are spawning.
If we have calculated correctly (which we have) we are due to have a Sagittarius on or about November 23rd, 2012. Any earlier, and it will be a Scorpio. This is unacceptable and had better not happen.
I think that's all for now. Look for more posts as I get more wordy.
