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Yesterday I had my first few 'episodes' I guess you'd call them. Lunch time rolled around and folks in the office started warming up their goodies and I couldn't have been more disgusted, the entire place smelled absolutely putrid to me... strangely enough at the same time I thought I might vomit I was also struck with the strong urge to devour something, anything. So I ventured out and satisfied my hunger pains with a chicken gyro and garden salsa sun chips, nothing has ever tasted so good (until I was hungry again of course). That evening I patiently awaited my husband to come home so we could eat, I was famished and couldn't for the life of me find anything appetizing in the house. Once he got home I did my best to push him out the door and we headed to Chipotle, it was delightful, however I could only eat a little more than half and I was done - then I wanted hot chocolate. Reluctantly Dan walked me into the mall to Starbucks and I got my hot coco, yumm. When we got home I continued my previous tasks, packing birthday and christmas presents and making sugar scrub. Needing to have my hot coco nearby I set it right next to the packages I was wrangling together and then it happened, OOOPS, my entire hot coco all over the floor. Literally nearly all 16oz were left and now on my floor and all over my cupboards, I was outraged. But I took it like a big girl, took a deep breath and started cleaning it up. Well now the floor needed to be scrubbed down so I got the floor cleaner and sprayed the entire floor and scrubbed my little heart out. I did finish, however by the time I was done I felt extremely nauseated and ran to the bathroom, where I then barfed up my delicious chipotle. Apparently the smell of hot coco and hardwood floor cleaner didn't fare so well with my now hyper senses.

Oi, and it's only week 6! Yes, I've come to terms with the fact that they count back from your last period so I'm officially 6 weeks along. So this is what's happenin' in my uterus as we speak:

This week's major developments: The nose, mouth, and ears are beginning to take shape. Inside the uterus, you'd find an oversize head and dark spots where your baby's eyes and nostrils are starting to form. His emerging ears are marked by small depressions on the sides of the head, and his arms and legs by protruding buds. His heart is beating about 100 to 160 times a minute — almost twice as fast as yours — and blood is beginning to course through his body. His intestines are developing, and the bud of tissue that will give rise to his lungs has appeared. His pituitary gland is forming, as are the rest of his brain, muscles, and bones.

Amazing!

Now onto the good stuff. Dan and I have talked names before, but I was just poking around this morning and found this gem:



I was like, WTF? Really?? But it gets better... if you really like that name, they also have more suggestions:



Impressive right? That this would even show up on a list. Oi. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, this is America after all.

29 days...

So on December 2nd I discovered that there was a mass of cells (blastocyst) making it's way through my fallopian tube to the uterine cavity, which just happens to be week 3 of pregnancy in a nutshell, as I have discovered via my new preggo app for my iPhone and in everything I've gotten my curious hands on on the interwebs this past week. On the 10th I'll officially be in week 4.... what happens then do you ask?

Week 3:

Week 4 the blastocyst is officially considered an embryo and is busy implanting itself into the lining of my uterus where the placenta will develop. How exciting right? However fascinating this information may be, the effects of this little bugger growing inside me are driving me batty.

Week 4:

Maybe I should start with how I was feeling a few weeks ago... actually a couple weeks ago (I try so hard not to exaggerate these days...) I was exhausted, barely sleeping and just dragging along in a basically zombie state. I thought it was all of the exercise I had recently started doing more regularly, hot yoga twice a week, bellydance Wednesday nights for 2 hours and running on all of the off days of dancing and yoga. I sought out my trusty acupuncturist for help - she gave me some wonderful herbs to help me sleep better and I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my new mattress! Well, the mattress came so I thought I would see how I would fare without the herbs... no such luck, however I blamed it on my bed hog bulldog Duece for pushing me around all night. I droned on through the Thanksgiving holiday, etc. so my exhaustion and lack of sleep was had yet another set of scapegoats. Then my husband, who has an extra sense for just about anything imaginable asked why I hadn't started my period yet... hmmmmm, I wonder? Well, my last cycle lasted 38 days and it was only day 41, no big deal, any day now.

December 2nd curiosity got the best of me. I dragged myself to Safeway on my lunch break and bought a 3 pack of EPT digital tests. I tested one, first pee of the day I might add, nothing but two glasses of water and a latte in my system (FYI, TMI is sort of going to be trend, if you can't deal don't bother with my blog). I placed the stick on the shelf next to the sink and waited, thinking, why did I waste $18 it's not going to be positive... then I glanced, the blinking hour glass was gone... Pregnant... I nearly passed out. I gasped and realized I was at work and I couldn't tell anyone. Oi, what to do. I washed up and walked back to my office, shaken, ghost white and totally speechless. Then I began researching how good these tests really are... well folks, they're pretty good. Damn it... OK, breathe.

Aside from all of the anxiety I began to feel, the nervousness, anticipation of how my husband would react, etc, etc, I really was excited but I was in shock. I stopped taking birth control in July, not to get pregnant but to prepare my body as I'd been on birth control for the last 11 years and I was having some terrible PMS so I wanted to get all of the extra (chemical) hormones out of my system. So we weren't really planning just yet, but we forgot that one time (November 10th) and that was all it took. As my husband warned me, "I have super sperm, Jessica", and he does - his boys can swim, grats to him. So just to be sure, I drank about a gallon of water and took another test, Pregnant. I decided to save the last test to break the news to Dan after my dance class.

So I told him that night, and we are now expecting, "to be parents" or whatever. And today as someones lunch in the office made me want to vomit and also hungry at the same time, I decided I was going to blog about this experience. As much as I can remember to anyway. I'm guessing there is going to be quite a lot of things that will irritate me, excite me, make me cry and I want to both share and archive that experience.

The first thing that really irritated me... no application (for iPhone) or on the interwebz asks what the conception date is to estimate the due date... they all ask for they day of your last period... oi. But I know my conception date, so I'm sticking to that. We'll see what the Dr. says on Thursday, first appointment! The receptionist told me the typically won't see you until at least 8 weeks... but I have my ways and I got my appointment. So stay tuned there will be much much more to come.

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Scooter Rage

So, it has become blatantly apparent by my waiting nearly 15 minutes at a turn light that I am not heavy enough on my scooter to trigger the light. This doesn't really bother me, I'm more bothered with the jackasses I share the road with. I inched all the way into the crosswalk and motioned for the jackass, who was now 2 car lengths be hind me to move up to trigger the light. I did so after the first rotation that missed our signal. I then honked. No response. Then I got off my scooter and yelled. No response. She was texting. Far more important, how dare I. So got back on my scooter and waited. Then car after car, got out of the turn lane to go past and honked at me, flipped me off, yelled profanities, and one lovely soul threw a can of soda at me - with soda in it. Then, the retard behind me, pulled out and yelled at me. I wanted to put the throdle down and chase the mother fucking bitch to where ever she was going, pull her out of her big ass truck (why she was driving a big ass truck I have no idea...) by her hair and then verbally abuse her.

Driving on the scooter has been quite the experience. It is a totally different experience. I am much more aware of my surroundings, not to mention the scenery and most obviously other drivers inability to just fucking drive. Because I'm on a scooter the bitch putting her makeup on while driving will jet out in front of me and go 15mph when I was going 35... or the jackass on his cell phone, because he's so fucking important and in such a fucking hurry he has to cut me off, nearly hitting me to make sure he can get in front of me and then go under the speed limit. Awesome.

Don't get me wrong, I love my scooter, I really truely do. However, I HATE (yes I know this is a strong word and I mean it) the majority of drivers on the road. They don't pay attention, and more importantly they don't follow the rules of the fucking road. I'm really glad I wear a helmet, that way others can't hear me screaming about all the tards on the road and if I do get hit by one of these mother fuckers I'll still have my brain.

Change

So I've been busy buying new clothes for work... I recently found out I'll be traveling to our corp headquarters in Chattanooga, TN to meet some folks as I'll be taking over the IT department and also we'll be taking over the accounting for the Northwest division... yay! The dress code for their office is business professional, and while in one hand it makes me kinda want to barf, I'm also kinda excited to get all spruced up and feel important.

In other late breaking news, my brother has decided to move to Phoenix. I'm glad he wants to move on and blah, blah, blah... but I really don't want him to be that far away. I pretty much raised the little guy and it'll be hard for me. However, I decided if he's moving I'm going down with him to see him off. He's been expressing to me how scared he is to go alone and to move in general. But he needs to be happy and he's not in the best relationship and he'll be with his bestest buddy. *tear

One last thing, it seems my back is out from going over some gnarly bumps on the ruckus... I discovered it last night working out, and instead of stopping I kept up the workout which I think made it worse... Oy.

Oh Ms. California

Usually I try to ignore this banter back and forth, but I really, really think Ms. California needs help. I think she purposefully answered the question they way she did for publicity - had she won, no one would be talking about her, because lets face it... no one cares. However, we do care when she strikes up controversy. I could care less how she feels about marriage, because I don't believe in it, because I don't believe in god. I got married for tax and insurance purposes and if I had it to do all over, I'd hold off until it was equal. Here is how I would have answered the question had I been asked:

I believe that all relationships and the individuals in those relationships deserve the right to form a union that the state will uphold. Marriage is a religious concept and ceremony and I do not believe that government entities should mandate religious rights and prohibit individuals from partaking. I am a strong supporter of civil unions and I believe the government should allow civil unions between same sex and opposite sex couples.

Or something to that effect anyway...

Bollywood

I have to say, I love, love, love my belly dance gals. I never laugh as much or have as much fun as I do with these ladies. Maybe it's because I don't have to worry about sensoring myself, I'm just me. Last night's Bollywood Dreams awoke the late 80's early 90's inside me, so much spandex, hair, not nearly enough eyeball dancing, and of course the amazing laggy subtitles. I am just so grateful to be a part of this group.

In other news, I scootered ~55 miles yesterday. To work, back home, then to Renton for belly dance movie night and back home. To be honest, I was totally freaked out about scootering all the way to Renton... but I did it. I took the back way, and it was surprisingly nice. I scootered through Crown Hill, Ballard, Fremont, Downtown, First Hill, Columbia City, Richmond Beach, then finally ended up in downtown Renton. The ride home was even scarier than the ride there... it was dark, raining and freezing! I most definitely need an anti-fog visor, it's never good to be all fogged up in the rain. My only mishap was a little fish-tailing on Dearborn Ave in the International Dist as I had to come to a pretty abrupt stop, but no spillage, whew!

I am so loving the scooter, maybe someday a real motorcycle - strong enough to carry a side car so I can tote Duece along with me on my travels.

Scooter!

My amazing totally awesome husband got me a scooter last Friday and I <3 it! It's fun, it's practical and it gets 104 mpg... can't beat that! So far I haven't died yet, whew. Mostly because I'm awesome, and also because I got amazingly tough gear. Although, knock on wood, no spills yet. I've been fortunate to have some great weather the past few days, but it's supposed to turn to crap any time now... I'm going to pick up some rain pants and we'll see how I fare.