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Waiting
I have 7 days until my next OB appointment. The one they call the “official” OB workup. Questions I guess, and blood blood blood. Maybe I’ll even get to see the baby bean again! Or at least hear the heartbeat. Can you hear it with a Doppler at 9 weeks 6 days? So the torture continues until then. I’ll just have to wait. It’s only 7 days from now. So until then, I’ll be waiting…….
I wish I could just have something like a webcam in there, so that anytime I got anxious, I could sneak a peek. I just want to be able to look and him/her about once a day to see what he/she is up to. Why hasn’t someone invented this!!!!!!
Anyway. Nothing else new.
That’s good.
C-Dub’s 4th interview is tomorrow. Turns out it is a phone interview with a senior vice president of something or other. Hopefully, this is the last stop and then they offer him the job sans urine test. But most likely, it will be, take the test, start on Monday if you pass.
Ok.
Well, the drug store ones were negative. But are the ones in the office stronger? Lord have mercy! I am trying to trust God on this one too, but it’s hard! I think it just burns me that I can’t do anything about it.
NOTHING.
But wait.
Wait for my next ultrasound…….wait for C-Dub to get the job……wait to see if he passes the drug screen…..wait for the end of the first trimester…………wait for me to be able to quit my second job………wait for the baby to be born………
Wait.
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News……..
First off, I want to thank everyone who sent well wishes and positive thoughts my way.
I REALLY appreciate it.
It really was the best birthday of my life. And C-Dub went to the 2nd interview and now, he was the only candidate they called back for a 3rd interview. Wow. This is the job that, if he got it, would put us in a whole new tax bracket.
I. Can’t. Even. Conceive. It.
And speaking of C-Dub, where is my sex drive? I’ve been looking for her, but she still can’t understand the purpose of having sex, if there is no baby to conceive. Will this pass? God I hope so, or I will have one uptight, upset, horny husband. He said he is already tired of Rosie Palmer and her 5 sisters.
But in the biggest news of the last 48 hours…………
I will be eight weeks tomorrow, and morning sickness has decided to come and settle in.
But it’s not morning sickness. It’s all day sickness. ALL day sickness. What the hell is this morning sickness shit? This is a all day event, from the time my eyes open, till I go to sleep at night. I feel horrible. I almost feel at least if I could just hurl, I would feel so much better. But noooooooo, my stomach just swims all day. ALL DAY.
I report all this with a HUGE smile on my face.
Sick isn’t it! But they say that morning sickness means a healthy pregnancy!
Excuse me while I go and drink a ginger ale with my saltines……….
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Tomorrow, tomorrow……..You're only a day away……..
OK. Tomorrow is it.
THE BIG DAY.
As you all know, tomorrow is my birthday, and my first OB ultrasound.
Tomorrow is the shit or get off the pot day,
the make or break me day.
D Day.
I couldn’t sleep last night.
I wonder how it will be tonight.
OH MY GOD!!!! I am FREAKING OUT!!!!!!!
I am SOOOOOOO EXCITED!!!! I am SOOOOOOO SCARED!
C-Dub is going with me for moral support of course. It looked like he might not at first because of his 3RD interview with a possible place of employment. But, he switched it to a later time. We will just have to go in separate cars so he can go directly there, and I can drive myself home.
At least, that’s the plan.
My heart is beating crazily in my chest.
One more day, less than 24 hours.
15 hours and 32 minutes to be exact.
OK.
OK.
Today I am pregnant, I am pregnant today. I WILL be pregnant tomorrow. I WILL see the heartbeat of my little baby. I WILL have a wonderful birthday. I WILL have a healthy and happy 9 months.
Pray for me everybody. Or if you don’t do that, at least keep your fingers crossed. 
