1714 Intuition

Saucy Scale: 10

So let’s face it, while I am indeed pregnant, I’m only just barely so.  Like a few weeks.

I knew I was pregnant a few weeks ago.  I don’t know how I knew…it’s just that I’m really tuned into my body.  I started taking tests immediately and they always came back negative.  But I knew that something was going on within me.  So I took a few more tests – also negative.  After that, I kinda started to doubt myself. 

There is a "window of opportunity" for getting knocked up & for some reason I hadn’t been paying close attention to it this month.  I wasn’t sure if we’d "hit the mark" or not this month.  

All those negative test results…I knew I was taking them "too early" for an accurate result.  Even the early predictor variety tests.

Over the weekend we were having a July 4th picnic with TBU’s folks in Iowa.  When the pickles were opened, I commented "oh, a pickle sounds good!"  to which my MIL responded…"Oh?  Is there something I should know?"…and I returned with ,"Yeah, I REALLY like pickles!"

That comment from my MIL is funny, b/c it is the EXACT same thing TBU says whenever I mention wanting a pickle.

I looked at Mattson this weekend & thought, "Oh, I should just enjoy my baby boy.  He’ll be growing up so quickly, now." 

On Sunday we had our Annual Church Picnic.  We drove home from Iowa a day early just to make the party.  Afterwards, I needed to make a quick run to Target for provisions.  As long as I was there, I picked up another box of pregnancy tests.  I promptly took one Sunday night (my period was due on Sunday, so I had no real reason to take a test other than my intuition).  The second blue line was really faint at first, but it was there.  I had TBU confirm it.

We’ve only told TBU’s folks and my family.  And you guys. 

Now that we’ve told a few people (CLEARLY before the traditional 12-13 week mark), I feel all nervous.  You know, the "what if something goes wrong now?"  I don’t want to have to deal with the aftermath of having to explain to folks that I’m no longer pregnant.  I’ve had too many friends have to painfully explain their miscarriages.

I go through this emotional ride with each of my pregnancies.  When I learned I was expecting Gus, I spent that whole first weekend parked on the couch – trying not to move.  As if sitting there with my legs tightly together would prevent a miscarriage!  It was an awful stressful weekend.

So for now, we’re gonna keep things a little closer to the vest.  At least for a few more weeks.

I love the healthy food on the Real Age/You: On a Diet.  We did two weeks & I felt really good.  A full tummy, no cheating, and actual food on your plate.  The extra dirty dishes are a pain, but that’s the price to pay.  I’m gonna keep eating this way – not because I am planning to diet thru pregnancy (craziness), but b/c it is so much healthier.  Brown rice, salmon a few times a week, and all the wonderful fruits & veggies from the local Farmers Market(s).  No more refined white flour, white rice, trans & sat fats, or high fructose corn syrup.  I’ve always been a label reader, but I’ve become exen more diligent about it.

Well, I hear Mattson singing to himself and walking around in his crib.  Guess it’s time to get breakfast ready for the boys.

I’m hoping I can get Baby Girl in for grooming today.  She’s kind of a stinky girl right now.

5 Things That Make Me Happy:

1. Gusser’s love of the dinosaur(, trucks, cars,  & trains)
2. Mattson’s ability to mimic his big brother (banging a hammer or driving a car)
3. So far coffee still tastes yummy to me
4. Gusser’s little tush is so cute in his Lightning McQueen underpants
5. No appointments on the old calendar today – it’s a clean slate   (unlike the rest of the week)