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Poorly scanned copy of the ultrasound.

Catching up

So it's been weeks since my last post. After the long trip to Florida, I started my brand new job. This job is in fact my dream job. I graduated from college in May of 2004, got married on June 5, and moved to Jacksonville, Florida where my hubby had a job. The plan was for me to join him in the world of employment somewhere in or near Jacksonville. This plan did not work. I searched for work for several months. We decided that I should start looking outside of Jacksonville for a job. Soon I had offers from one company in Washington, D.C. and one from another is Houston, Texas. We opted for Texas. I moved here without Tony and started my first job as an aerospace engineer. That one ended in me being laid off a few months later. By then Tony had managed to get a transfer through his company to their Houston office. I was promptly hired by another company, but I just wasn't satisfied. When an opening came up in the airline industry and in Houston, I jumped all over it. Now, I'm finally working in the industry that I want and living with my husband. This sounded like a good time to make things complicated with a baby.
The first week in April, I had an ultrasound. An interesting experience in many ways. In order not to miss much work, we scheduled it for 7 in the morning. So we had to be at the hospital at 6:30. I was admitted, drank 32 ounces of water, changed into the very stylish gown and waited. The radiologists spent about 3 minutes doing the ultrasound stuff you always see on tv with the little wand and the jelly on the stomach. For someone reason, Tony was not allowed in the room for this. They called Tony in to watch the second part of the exam in which the wand was stuck up the nether regions. She poked around in there for awhile and showed us the baby. A little peanut shaped thing with a flickering heart beat. It was so beautiful. I cried a little. Then a doctor came in a poked around a little more. She found a giant cyst on one of my ovaries. This news freaked us out, but the doctor said not to worry about it.
A few weeks later the nurse practioner from my doctor's office calls. She says that on top of the cyst I have a yeast infection, bladder infection and bacterial infection. I have since been treated for the yeast and bladder infections. The cyst and bacterial infections will have to be monitored.
My 8 week appointment was last week. I had blood taken and my weight checked. Actually lost a few pounds. Experiencing some queasiness, battled by the fashionable blue seasickness bracelets that I wear constantly. I'm always tired and always have gas, but I love being pregnant. I promise the next post will be more entertaining and less informative. I am trying to keep up with this to record both physically how the pregnancy is going and emotionally how I feel about it.

17 hours on the road

This weekend my parents left, and Tony and I drove for eight and a half hours to Florida. We stayed Friday night with my Grandma and informed her that she was going to be a great-grandma. She was excited. She said that my brother had claimed he would be the first to create a great-grandchild. HaHa I beat him. Well I guess Tony helped too.
On Saturday we ate lunch with Grandma, then we met Tony's family at the beach. Upon the announcement, there was much smiling and hugging. I think they might like me better than Tony now. Once the soon to be grandparents settled down from the news, we told the soon to be aunt and uncle, but being teenagers they both looked like they couldn't give a shit and went on with their complicated, dramatic teenage lives. I'm so glad I survived high school.
We spend a lovely day at the beach on Sunday and had dinner at Hooters, because Tony's family loves to eat at Hooters. I won't make any more comments about that. Although I do love their wings.
Yesterday I drove the entire eight and a half hours home. Yeah, me, the pregnant one. I would rather do it myself and make him feel guilty about it later. When we got home, I made dinner. Yeah, me, the pregnant one. After dinner there was a great slathering of guilt applied to my husband for not driving or feeding me and then I cried a little. I think the mood swings have already begun.