So I’ve been back and forth about this whole ‘how pregnant am I ACTUALLY’ thing. The fact of the matter is this: I documented my ovulation for 4 months. I knew the exact day that the sperm made its way to my egg. Then I felt the exact moment of implantation. Then I bled for 4 days. This is what is called decidual bleeding, when your body is all retarded and doesn’t know what’s happening. At the time of all of this, I was sitting on a beach somewhere staring at the ocean and snuggled up with Paul under a blanket.. then went to New Orleans. I was under the impression that I was passing a stone, so I went to the urologist when I returned. The next month I didn’t have my period and I immediately knew what was going on. I don’t agree with doctors when they say they know how far along you are by measuring your baby’s CRL, which is the Crown the Rump Length. Some babies grow faster than others.. it all depends on who’s having the baby. Of course, I could be all wrong about this - but I’m so in tune with my own body that I feel I know what’s right and wrong. Last night I felt our baby move around inside of me! Like, it’s literally doing barrel rolls and shit and stretching out its legs! A few weeks ago I thought I felt things, but then I would fart really hard afterwards and.. oh. Darn. People look at me and say, ‘you don’t really look 14 weeks.’ which to me translates into ‘you’re looking really fat, girl.’ I now weigh 145 pounds. *HIGH FIVE* I’ve started purchasing little things for the fetus and we even have a 3D ultrasound scheduled in February to find out the sex of the baby sooner than my OB would have done it. I’m impatient as fuck. I’ve also gone stir crazy and started looking for jobs because let’s face it, Paul makes all the money and pays all the bills. I feel weird asking him for money to go shopping. I know he buys me everything I want, but I’ve never NOT had money to buy things. This is weird.
We have 100% decided on our baby’s name!
If it’s a boy: Oliver Lighthall Fly
If it’s a girl: Eden Ysabel Fly
It took us a few months to figure them out, but the more we say them, the more permanent they feel. I love them both.
We leave in 7 days go to Bremerhaven. I’m a little pissed off because Disney emailed Paul’s boss and told him that I wasn’t allowed on the ship, so now we have to pay for a hotel room AND a rent a car, which is bullshit, and another $1000 pretty much. That’s about how much my ticket cost us. :/ I feel really bad, because I know this is a business trip for Paul, and we could have saved the $2000 to go on our honeymoon. I think everything will work out though. Our house is about to be on the market AND we are about to put an offer on a really, really awesome house with a giant backyard, a garage, 3 bedrooms, a fireplace, and a totally sweet bonus room. Plus I can suntan naked outside if I want! Score! Adieu!
