C'est la vie

New computer!!!

But guess what? No. Internet.

So I'll just have to keep posting and reading my beloved blogs at work. Which wouldn't suck so much if they hadn't blocked access to USB flash drives, which I'm not sure is related to my blogging but still makes me never want to touch this computers again.

And on some baby-related news, there are NO NEWS. The wait, it is horrible. I mean, it's so frustrating when you're not really sure what you can buy because you don't know if the baby's a boy or a girl, and you're just dying to go shopping even if you're not getting stuff for yourself because you just want to start picking out a stroller and a crib and drapes and bedding sets and clothes and dammit, will you tell me the sex of my baby already!

But you know, no news is good news. I mean, the Bean is moving, like a lot, which is good. But other than that, no news. Which I like to think is also good.

Also! My belly is getting humongous. I really need to post some pics because I'm really amazed I'm only 16 weeks pregnant. I mean, people are taking bets on wether or not I'm having twins, for cryin' out loud. That's how big my belly is.

And that is all from San Jose, Costa Rica. Tune in July 15th for... the sex of the baby. If it wishes to show its privates. If it's anything like mommy, it will. And maybe not even on purpose. Maybe it's inherited the Immense Dorkitude.

Poor kid.

Mom Bloggers Carnival

How do I love the internet? Let me count the ways...

Just today I found out about the Mom Bloggers Carnival ClubMom blogger Jennifer James at Joyride through insanity is hosting, and I think it's a great idea, especially for someone who doesn't get a lot of traffic on their blog like yours truly. And it's also a great way to see what other women have written about motherhood because they are, evidently, going to submit the blog entry they think best represents their views on the subject, or an important time or situation they went through since they  had kids.

So I think I'm going to go ahead and do it. I'm gonna submit a link to one of my posts. And then get scared shitless because what are all the real bloggers going to think? I mean, these are ladies who got chosen to blog for ClubMom, dammit! They actually know what they're doing. Even my hero, the Omnisapient Queen of Everything, Amalah, is a blogger there! So yikes.

Hitting send...

There. I sent it. And dammit, I'm squirming already.

Scary stuff

Yesterday, I had the freak-out of a lifetime: I started spotting in the morning, while I was at work.

When I came out of the restroom, my first reaction was: Look it up on the internet! The internet will tell you what to do! (because yes, I'm that stupid). Of course, after 2 minutes I started thinking What the hell am I doing? What if my baby is dying and I'm sitting here looking for answers on the web? So I, very calmly, told my supervisor, and then burst into tears like a maniac.

Of course, when I told him what was going on, he freaked out too. He told me to go to the hospital immediately, because despite the fact that it could be nothing, it could stil be something, and it was better if I went to get myself checked out by a doctor.

And after I left the office I called my Mom and Dad, because Michael was at work and couldn't answer the phone. Of course, they tried to calm me down while being incredibly freaked out themselves. So my dad met me at the hospital, and waited outside the room while I was examined.

But on the way to the hospital, I started thinking of what I would do if something happened to the baby. And I decided I'd have my parents commit me at a mental institution because I just wouldn't be able to take it. Just... no. And then I realised how incredibly strange it is that the thing you don't want at all at first, is sometimes the very thing you get to love the most.

So I went, and apparently it was nothing. Of course, I'm still a little apprehensive because it didn't feel like the doctor gave me a good enough examination. I don't know if I'm just paranoid, but she didn't even use the doppler, and I thought she might at least want to listen to the baby's heartbeat. Am I, in fact, paranoid?

Anyway, apparently everything is okay, and I have a prenatal appointment on monday, so I'll tell the doctor all about the incident  and see what she thinks. And well, at least I got to watch the Costa Rica-Germany game at home and not at work. We lost, but we played pretty well.

And I'm now starting to ramble about the World Cup, so I guess that's my cue to end the post here and go watch the Argentina-Côte D'Ivoire match. Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.

Because even with the Almighty Amalah, there are not enough posts about puke in the world wide web

First of all, I've been exceptionally tired, what with all the carrying of a baby my body is doing and all. Cellular division is really tiring, I'll tell you. And that's why I've failed to update like a normal person.

Second of all, I hate Murphy. And his damn laws. Despise him. And here's why.

Yesterday I was telling my aunts how I thought my morning sickness had receded THANK GOD, and that I was actually feeling really well except for, you know, my back, but I've already complained about back pain on another post, so moving on.

Anyhoo, today I get up reeeeally early to go to work, and as soon as I get out of the shower I feel this horrible nausea and, for some reason, my body starts to resist. So I start gasping for air, but I feel the inevitable vomit about to come out. See, throwing up had never been a problem for me before; because I suffer from migraines and the only way I would feel better was by throwing up, so I would gladly do it as long as it meant no more pain. But since I got pregnant my body tends to resist it, which makes me feel like crap, because I end up puking anyways, tired and pretty much feeling like I want to die.

So I ended up bent over the toilet throwing up nothing but gastric juice wich completely burnt my throat, all the while hearing in my head how the Universe would go hee-hee! on me Nelson-style, and thinking damn Murphy's laws!! Damn them to hell!!

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