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I am Megan.

I tried really hard not to do this. I didn’t want to write more about life. I already write everything about my husband’s life (his car accident in November 2007, ICU stay, rehab, the loss of use in his left arm due to nerve damage- all brought on by his own fault), and now here I am writing about myself and this other life.

I am pregnant. What?! OMG, I am pregnant?! How did this happen? I charted it and took my basal temperature every morning at 6 am and noted my cervical mucus (yeah, mucus). That’s how it happened. And while I am glad to be able to have a baby, I am not as excited anymore unlike most people who find out that I am expecting. I am put out by it and a little scared out of my mind. I’ve seen pictures…

I had a request from a friend to chronicle this experience because she thinks I’m funny. She’s not a lonely girl, she had plenty friends, but for her to ask this of me… I couldn’t deny her this peak into my pregnancy. I’ll probably complain a lot. You don’t have to read it, I don’t care, but I’m warning that I may complain, cuss, shame my family, and act rude in general. Who wants to read about smooth pregnancies and rainbows and puppy dogs? The dirty stuff is so much more interesting.

Here's Miguel and I at Texas Stadium this weekend. I took him before they tear it down for good. Tear trickle...

-Megan

Yes, pregnancy is a miracle!

I am pregnant. The miracle of life. Actually it's hard to get pregnant. The timing, the meeting of the sperm and egg. The attachment of the egg to the uterin wall. The missed period, eating a whole pizza by yourself, being so tired, peeing on sticks, taking picture of pee stick, announcing it to people... I want this baby. I just don't want to have this baby. I'm skeerd! But I'll have time to write about that when it's closer to time. I'm due in August so we'll have lots to learn about being with child.

I have a fetus. For now it is named Cletus, because it rhymes with fetus. I don't plan to put that name on the birth certificate but if it keeps up like this, I just might. I am 11 weeks pregnant. My brother asked how far along that was, and I had to tell him almost 3 months. He's a man. My husband is very into this and has bought his own books and has been reading about it. I quit reading about it once I got sick. I have yet to care to pick up a pregnancy book. I don't care what this fetus (once an embryo, and before that a blastocyst) looks like. I don't care too much that it is the size of a large lime and it's personality is developing right now and that tiny peach fuzz is growing on it's teeny body. I don't care because I have PLS.

Pregnant Lady Syndrome. For those of you who have never had this miracle happen, or for those who have forgotten, here are some side effects of PLS:

Gas- which I just had and can't blame on the dog who doesn't live here
Don't give a damn attitude- self explanatory
Pains- ligaments stretching (I like to think it's starting kicking early but that's impossible)
Forgetfulness- wait, what was I saying?
Sickness- I am on my second medication prescribed for that nasty sickness that I spent my whole Christmas break wretching from. It's so, so bad.
Agitation- as if enough things didn't already bother me, I'm often easily agitated without warning. The other day Miguel and I were watching TV, fast forwarding through commercials, and I asked him what he was doing. He said he was waiting to chew so I wouldn't get mad at him. I couldn't believe how thoughtful he was being! I admit I am that bad.
Exageration- I won't exagerate about my sickness, I don't need to. But ask me about my job. I teach 23 first graders. (Don't say "Awww, they're great at that age, huh?" because I will correct you. If you live with a 6 or 7 year old, you know. And if you don't live with one, I will lend you mine when it's time.) But, ask me about my job and I will most likely exagerate it with loud voice and slight hostility.

I am experiencing slight forgetfulness so I need to end my list here. I do have something to share though. I hope you are sitting because this is a doozy. I was wearing my denim jacket today and walked outside, noticed how chilly it was and wanted to button just one middle button. Just one. After I buttoned it, I unbuttoned it because it was too snug. TOO SNUG! I am not showing at all, so I had to wonder what made it SNUG! Can you sense any exageration or bad attitude here? ... Cletus is really not starting out on the right foot with me.

By the way, Cletus looked like the goo inside a squash at 7 weeks. I hope for the child's sake that the looks improve. Say "Hi" to Cletus...

I must go now and lay flat to that so that I can enjoy this experience and not the heartburn.

-Megan