News, Maybe a New Blog?

Well, I know I've been being all mysterious and vague about why I had to quit caffeine. A few of you probably have already guessed, and I was waiting to officially say anything until today cause I had my first Dr.'s appointment and saw "evidence" and stuff. I even got a photo.

Of what?

Well, I'm "in a family way." Knocked up. Preggers. I'm just barely, (officially, based on the size of what I've been calling "the alien", it's 6 weeks and 6 days old, which, due to the bizarro-world math of pregnancy, means I'm 8 weeks-ish pregnant. Don't ask if you don't already understand. Let's just say it's "new math.") and it seems weird to tell everyone this early, but my local friends have basically known since I first knew cause of Halloween. Why Halloween? Well, I had taken the test a few days before, and knew I couldn't drink on Halloween. So I knew people would ask, since I'm normally such a lush. So I had to think of a good reason and the truth seemed fine. So it seems like I've known about it forever, even though it really isn't that long at all. Partly I've been being superstitious about the "first visit" cause I knew I'd get to see the hearbeat (I don't think you can hear it yet, but you can see it) and the websites all say the chances of anything going too wrong after there's a heartbeat are low). But I'm also being a little gung-ho about telling people because I feel like in asserting the YES that it's happening, I will make some sort of karmic resonance that requires it to happen properly and healthily and all that.

I got to see the little "speck" that represents a future-little-red-headed-reason-to-quit-procrastinating over my dissertation. I even saw its little heart pulsing away, a bright little pulse in the middle of the speck. I'd post the picture I have but isn't that a little too much information? Probably you don't need to see my uterus at this point in our blog relationship. It's probably too much. :) You can't see much anyway-- if you squint you can pretend that you see a head, and a little curvey back. But it's mostly kind of like an alien at this stage, and it even still has a tail.

And s/he refused to smile, and is a little pouty. (Okay, so he or she doesn't have lips yet. But I'm assuming he/she would refuse to smile after being poked with that wand-y thing. I know I wasn't feeling too smiley). Basically, it's about 3/4 of an inch long, and really a tiny thing to cause (in me) so much puffiness, sleepiness, and sore sore sore boobs. (There, now I've chased away all the rest of the people who didn't leave cause of the Republican thing.)

So now you know. I now have to get off my puffy butt and go write on the dissertation. It must now be done by July, or really damn close to done. I think that's do-able, as long as "the alien" doesn't make me sleep every afternoon for the next few months. (S/he makes me take lots of little cat naps.)

So I might make a new blog to write about pregnancy things, I don't know. I don't want to overwhelm this blog with TMI* but I'm not sure I'll write all that much about it anyway. I mean, how much would you really want to hear, anyway?! Probably not nearly as much as I'll be tempted to talk about. So self-control might be the thing. We'll see.

But thankfully, my caffeine deprivation headaches are gone, and I've adapted, rather in a surly fashion, to drinking peppermint tea instead. Just don't go trying to tell me I have to give up chocolate, cause I will not be happy about that.

One cool side effect of pregnancy (besides the bigger boobs of course) is that now Andrew has to change the cat's litterbox. Woooo!! A good reason to rejoice, ladies. When the automated thingy gets jammed, as it sometimes does in the middle of the night, I poke Andrew and tell him it's good practice. He's been quite the trooper so far. Just wait till I make him go get me ice cream at 2 am. (mwah ha ha hahahahahahahahahaah!!!!!)

*Too Much Information