Hormonal Ramblings Part One

Today probably wasn't the day to start a blog. However, after reading a few of my friend's blogs I was inspired to keep all three of you, who are interested, up-to-date on my being "with child." I'm supposed to post pictures of my "bump" but i'm already afraid someone will say, "Awe, that's so cute, you must be due any day!" I would like to avoid that but will eventually suck it up, stick it out and snap a photo of it.

On a positive note, my boobs are fantastic. I have grown out of the training bra i've been sporting for a good 15 years. They even bounce and everything. Granted, for the first two months if someone even looked at my boobs I took them out. If felt like someone had shoved too much sausage in a casing. I'm not sure what that feels like or why I chose that analogy.

I suppose I will start with the story of the night of the immaculate conception--I'm a lady, how else do you think it happened? It was a smoldering hot night where the only thing thicker than the humidity was my ass...Ok. I'll try to be serious. It was my birthday, because who DOESN'T want to get lucky on their birthday? Kip had planned a surprise dinner with a few very close friends. After dinner we decided to head to a dive bar with another couple. There, we proceeded to drink as if we were in college... We spent the night at our friend's house, the couple we were out with. Kip would not leave me alone, probably because I looked particularly attractive with that "glazed over" look, makeup half on your face, half not. Keep in mind, he wears glasses. Glasses coupled with the beer goggles he'd been wearing all night--I was HOT. Ok, he would have passed out, I'm sure, but I happen to get frisky when I drink, or when I don't, or when I just generally breath...

A few days later something hit me, "Oh shit, I might have been ovulating." Why, you ask, would I know when I ovulate if I wasn't TRYING to get pregnant? I will tell you. In November of 2008 I had a miscarriage. Once you've become pregnant once, you're sort of aware of these things. Well, my suspicion was correct, I not only ovulated AROUND that time, but within HOURS of our "incident." I had a feeling. About a week later I took a test, and then another, and then a few more...Here we are.