Rawr!

So my best friend, Hayley, said I should start a preggers blog. Apparently she thinks it will be interesting and amusing.

I had my first doctor's appointment on Friday. It is still too early to see any tiny shrimp in my uterus, but a test confirmed that I do, in fact, harbor at least one shrimp. Mom says twins run in our family, so there is a chance of multiple shrimp, or shrimpies.

The exam was really stressful and made so much worse by the total bladder gun-shyness. Despite my assurance that I peed on plenty of sticks, they still insisted I pee on theirs. I drank lots of water and had the ultrasound, at which point the nurse informs me that my bladder is quite full...

No one told me that they could see that. I did not say they could look at my pee. It was a bit unnerving. I don't typically share my pee with others.

So after all the pee, I got blood work done, some vitamins, and ate lunch. It's Lent, but I totally get some dispensation because of the fetus. However awesome that is, I'm totally craving fish anyway, so God, once again, shows his sense of humor.

I have determined that I will be a Rage Preggers instead of a Weepy Preggers as much as I can help it. I have spent my entire life coming up with ways to hilariously yell at people, so why stop now. I was out with Hayley and vaguely pukey, had to pee, hungry, and getting a headache. This viscous nasal drip of a driver was going 15 miles UNDER the speed limit and hanging out with his armpit-cheese buddy in the car next to him, ALSO going 15 under. I informed them that their breath smelled like testicles, and finally got around them and had the not-driving behind toe jam sandwiches that I so desired. Hayley laughed and suggested that I start a blog.