January 14th actually (appears I've been a day off)

Rather then being overjoyed at our recent pregnancy I am finding myself to be rather discouraged.

Women who have experienced two consecutive miscarriages still have a 85% rate of carrying a normal pregnancy. Why is it that I can not take comfort in this stat? I should be more tired, more sick, more cranky? No I've got that one covered.

Week 5, Day 6.

- learned how to burp the alphabet in one day.
- mild abdominal pressure.

January 12th, Week 5, Day 5

Nauseous and a pleasant mouth full of vomit to report on. Could be a good sign or it could have just been one too many cookies. :) Headache.

Third time the charm?

So I POAS today and got a BFP.

A great way to start the new year?

A rocky way to start a new year.

I've decided that outside of giving my OB a call to notify her of the pregnancy I will not be going in for any testing. No hcgs, no paps, no ultrasounds. It's not going to make a difference one way or another. What will be will be. I intend to enjoy the presence of my baby every day that we are given. I do not need more reason to stress. I've got that area fully covered. Oh how I wish that a BFP was the end of the race, not just the beginning.

Done with analyzing every symptom I have and fabricating any I do not all in an effort to convince myself that this is THE month.

Did two HPS from Dollorma, one last Saturday, came up faint positive (hehe! I DID say I would not invest another dollar in this industry so I went the cheap route.) One today which again come up faint positive. Not wanting to goof around I dished out the 15 bucks for brand name and thankfully got a BFP!

At least for the time being I am done obsessing about getting pregnant. I am moving on to bigger and better things. Obsessing about BEING pregnant. Thus the daily account... lucky you. :)

Conception date, apparently Christmas Day, kinda sweet since it's DH birthday.

January 11th: Week 5, Day 4.

Moody to the max. Outside of that no real symptoms. Still experiencing light abdominal pressure as if to expect AF arrival any minute. Checking TP every time. Will I ever stop?

R.I.P Kevin

So it's been a while, as per usual, no need to stir things up and be prompt or anything.

I am not sure why I am here today. I have nothing of particular to say. I've sat here these last few nights and gone on a quest to search for some new music to feast my ears upon. One treasure you may or may not have heard. A Fine Frenzy, Almost Lovers. I think it's part of the New Moon soundtrack which in my books is a con not a pro but regardless. Now I am onto Ingrid Michaelson. Interesting lyrics. Broken girl from the little I gather. Sometimes this is good...

I bought new boots today. I know you may not think it so, and I cannot explain it but this is rather monumental...they will not last. I know this but I bought them regardless. I needed new boots. Besides, it's my birthday in a few days.

I am turning 29. I am old. 29 on the other hand is not. But such is life. Big family. Lot's of sacrifices and compromises for all alike.

Celebrating my birthday seemed like one big inconvenience this time around and I just could not stomach it. My annual five minute pity party. Invitation only, black-tie event kinda deal. It was a hoot, what can I say? I shouldn't complain. For all intense and purposes it appears I will finally ( I don't wanna jinks it) get to eat at Bistro 7.25. Only a few years in the making. Will keep you posted.

I saw people today, they pulled my strings one day. Nice to be free and and not obey.

I am egocentric. Every paragraph starts with the letter "I".

Haha!!

"Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I"

Conrad and I need to put them lyrics to memory and make that the theme song of our lives! One day you will receive a nice sweater in the mail along with an invitation for dance lessons and you will immediately think of me.

H had a minor surgery today to remove some scar tissue that she has affectionately named "Kevin" over the years. I do not ever wish pain upon my darling but teleporting opportunities such as these do not present themselves very often. She looked daggers upon me, rebuking me for not being within reach. We locked eyes, joined hands, and fused hearts all the more. Love that girl to pieces...

Note to self: Do not watch movies with chicks with big bellies.