I started this blog in 2005 when I was, oh gosh, I guess about three or four or five months pregnant with Jake. I was sending email updates to family members every week or so about how I was feeling, what was going on with the baby according to some sort of pregnancy website I was subscribed to, and pictures of me in my underwear so they could see how I was growing.
Yes I have the sort of family where it's not weird to exchange underwear pictures. Then again, maybe it's just not weird for me to be in my underwear in front of my family and they are all wholly uncomfortable with the subject. What do I know? I'm the sort of person who feels that underwear and bathing suits are practically the same thing and the sort of person who poops with the door open, just in case I miss something that's going on while I'm in there or maybe I'll think of something I need to share with everyone else in the house. I am definitely the sort of person who needs to say what I need to say right away or else I totally forget about it. Which is difficult, because I'm also the sort of person who goes off on tangents all the time so in any given conversation you might only hear a dozen of the forty-seven things I really need to get out but you might learn twenty things that I had no intention of telling you. Like door/poop preferences.
Plus there is nothing in the world more annoying than a cat near a closed door. Put them in and they do anything to get out. Put them out and they'd kill to get back in. I need a relaxing atmosphere if I'm going to get things done right.
Anyway. I started this blog when I was about three or four or five months pregnant with Jake. And can anyone really figure out the month thing? Some people count it from when you got your last period and some people from when you got pregnant and some people count it in full calendar months backwards from your due date and some people count it in four week blocks and some people say they are as many months along as they have completed and some people say it's the month that they are currently in and no one can agree not even the doctors. No one who was pregnant after, like, 1985 or something when they went to counting weeks instead of months knows anything about months but people who are over fifty or have never had a baby know nothing about the week thing so when you tell them you are XX number of weeks along they are all, "yeah so how many months is that?" and you're all, "I don't know, the month thing is SO over with for like a quarter of a century now, it's all done in weeks now" and then you change the subject because you know the other person is just going to tell you that you are either too big or too small or too something for how far along you are and then give you some weird advice that they swear by but just comes over the wire as crazytalk.
A lot has happened since I was about three or four or five months pregnant with Jake, and going forward from today I guess a whole lot more will happen. Because I'm three or four months pregnant with another one. Fifteen weeks along. I have two doctors who say I'm four months, another one who says three and one half. I say four because it sounds like I've accomplished more. I'm in my fourth month.
You get a lot of doctors when you are a Pregnant Lady of a Certain Age.
And just getting around to telling you about this now because I've pretty much been in denial until a couple weeks ago and then I just wasn't ready to say anything. Plus I wanted to tell my real life people in real life and I got to most of them. Or at least tried to. If I didn't, I'm sorry.
Everything looks good enough to reduce my number of doctors and any past health issues I've had are in the past long enough that now that I've gotten pregnant and stayed pregnant for a few months I don't have to worry too much.
Not that I was trying to get pregnant and stay pregnant. Quite the opposite, actually. But it still happens. I feel like a teen mom. I cried a lot in the beginning. I was scared. I was angry. Now I'm not. Time has a way of fixing those two things.
I'd give you an underwear shot but there is no real bump or growth anywhere other than my ginormous breasts and anything I'd post would just look porny.
And this isn't that sort of blog.