Tuesday, February 7

Holy God--I'm PREGNANT

Holy mother of god, I think I'm pregnant. I can't believe it, I just can't. After all the trying, and the giving up and the IUI and drugs. We had put it on hold, were going to wait. AND WHO'S IDEA WAS THIS ANYWAY?!?!?!?

Holy crap, I'm in total shock. I keep thinking--shouldn't I be doing something right now? Like painting a nursery or building a crib or something? I took a prenatal and some folic acid to help feel like I was actually doing SOMETHING. See, so there, am being productive in this pregnancy already.

I had gone to this workout class--one I had done on Saturday, and I might say, kicked its ass. And the ass-kicking was so good, I wanted to do it again, today. But 10 mins into it, I couldn't. Couldn't move, couldn't stop shaking, couldn't. Thought it was the flu, food, tired, fumes from painting, whatever. On a whim, stopped by the drugstore, just in case.

Dude!!! There are two pink lines on that stick!!!

Greg just sat there playing video games all night while I freaked out. Have many more friends to call.