by Beks
I wrote some short posts over the last few months and even though they aren’t debt related (well, most of them anyway), I thought I’d share. No, this won’t become a baby blog. But be generous. Give me today and I promise I’ll shut up about it. If anything, I hope you can smile at my misery.
November 10th:
There was an extra pink line on a pregnancy test this morning.
I woke up my husband who said, ‘I don’t think that’s a positive’ and goes back to sleep.
November 14th:
Tried again. Definitely positive.
Took a photo with my cell phone and texted it to my husband saying, ‘HA! I told you so!’
Not exactly the romantic moment I anticipated.
November 25th:
Today is the first day morning sickness hit… and when I say ‘hit’, I mean ‘knocked me off my feet, can’t even think of food anytime this century’. Leave it to my kid to announce itself on Thanksgiving.
My husband, who heard that lack of morning sickness could mean a miscarriage in the future, said, ‘I’m so glad you’re sick.’
I didn’t hit him… but that was only because I lying on the floor with a cold towel across my forehead and couldn’t reach.
December 7th:
At 2:00 a.m., I have an argument with the baby. I demand not to be sick between the hours of 8:00 p.m. and 8:00 a.m.
The baby thinks that’s hilarious.
I wake up my husband. If I’m miserable, he’s going to be miserable.
December 20th:
Dropped off a pair of pants to be shortened at the alterations place. The cashier told me they would be ready next week. ‘But they won’t FIT next week!’ I whined. She looked at me confused. ‘Uh. Christmas weight.’ I muttered, apologized, and walked out.
December 24th:
Tell my husband’s family about the baby. There is a solid 3 minutes of shocked silence.
December 25th:
Tell my family about the baby. No one believes me.
I’m starting to see a theme here.
My mother asks how Chris reacted when he found out. I made up a story about how we both cried for joy and embraced. Heaven forbid she finds out it was via text in an ‘I told you so’ message.
January 6th:
Still in salary negotiations for the new position at work. I don’t want to come to the table with a ‘handicap’ so I don’t mention the whole ‘baby’ thing. At three months, I’m not showing at all. I’m crossing my fingers that my ab muscles will hold tight at least 3 more weeks…maybe 5.
Feb. 1st:
The promotion is in the bag so I can finally share the news!!
