I swear I wasn't really dead, just a little preoccupied with life. Really, I mean it. Look at all I've been up to since the last time I posted in July ->
(holy hell, July...I'm a little ashamed I let the gap between posts get that big)
We decided to take this month off from fertility treatment because of the San Francisco trip we'd planned like 8 months before the baby making/trying happened. Sorry, paid vacations sometimes trump all; especially in super stressful times. So yeah we went to San Fran and I got to spend a few days with my favorite girl, Em. We also spent a few days farther up North visiting Rusty's family.
|Gigi hanging out in her new dog-stroller. Girl was not gonna be trekking down those filthy San Fran streets, nu-un she's way too good for that.|
|Em & I taking photos of...stuff...?|
|That's right, I can hold up a bridge with my right hand.|
We also adopted a new dog, Mavi. Sorry, I don't have a picture. I suck.
We were pretty much broke after our NorCal trip(s) so we pretty much stayed in all month. Oh, we did celebrate Rusty's 31st bday (at home, with a homemade cake) - hey, it's something.
But we also got some really awesome, yet unexpected news...
|That's right, there's a baby a brewing! After a month off treatment and only relaxing, it finally happened.|
|This was our pregnancy announcement.|
We also got some very unexpected BAD news...
Turns out the MIL was diagnosed with the worst stage of ovarian cancer. Wuah wuah wuah.
This was a boring month. Honestly I don't even remember doing anything except getting to see the nugget a few times. This was the second picture we got of it at 9 weeks.
|It looks like a chubby gummy baby haha. I teased Rusty & told him it was definitely his kid because of the giant head.|
Oh and worst of all, the nausea set in. BAD.
|It was so bad I had to carry barf bags in my purse cause Id hurl at any & every moment. Morning sickness my ass, it was more like ALL fucking day sickness. Thank gawd for Ginger Ale & saltines.|
Spent most of this month like the last - hugging the toilet or with my head in a barf bag. It was hell. Hell, I tell ya.
And if that wasn't bad enough - the MIL passed away. That's right, that cancer bastard ate her away in a matter of three months. It was tough. It still is.
What the fuck is this feeling? Could this be...no...yes...OMG, I feel normal again! *angels rejoice*
Morning sickness is 99% gone and I feel bursts of energy again. However my insides ache and I find myself applying Cocoa Butter on my belly more than a tranny applies makeup. I know stretch marks are gonna happen, I just don't want them to come in with a vengeance so whatever it takes.
|Had enough energy to attend Rusty's company Christmas party for a little under 3 hours. Baby steps, right?|
|That's me - 18 weeks. This was taken last week (I'm 19 weeks & 4 days today).|
So yeah, that's what I've been doing lately. Growing a human...fun times. Guess I should've listened closer when people told me to be careful what I wished for. Not that I'm not grateful for this pregnancy, hell I tried and cried over wanting it enough, but it's tough.