So I’m almost out of week 22 of the pregnancy. Adele is kicking more and more each day. We just bought a new house and will be moving in around 2-3 weeks. Along with this, I have my 10 year HS reunion and my 29th birthday *gulp* and I am a bridesmaid in a wedding (yes, a big ol’ pregnant bridesmaid). Let’s just say that the next 4 months is going to be QUITE eventful. So eventful that the time my fly by. I mean, the month of October is going to be crazy, then November approaches, and with it is bundled Brandon’s 30th birthday and Thanksgiving. Then we all know what December brings. Whew. I hope it does all fly by, but I also hope I get this house ready for Adele. I will be wearing myself out in the coming months.

I am very excited about the new house, though. It’s all going to be worth it.

We found out on August 7th that the little baby in my belly is a female.

We came up with a name yesterday. Adele Grace Johnson.

There is meaning behind both names, so I’m very happy with our choice.

Ultrasounds:

I still have steam coming out of my ears. I have no decent level of tolerance for recorded messages when I answer the phone at work. But those are easier to deal with than people who speak broken English asking to speak to the owner of the business. My father is the owner. He has NO PATIENCE. I know exactly how I am to deal with people like this, rather than bothering him for such bullshit. Here is how this last conversation went:

Me: “Nelson Printing”.

Foreigner in EXTREME broken English: “Hello. *Long pause* I to speak to Nelson. Owner of business.”

Me: “Who’s calling?”

Foreigner in EXTREME broken English: “I am *Insert name you couldn’t possibly make out or even have ever heard of*”

***FIRST OF ALL, LET ME JUST GET OUT THAT IN NO FREAKIN’ WAY WOULD I JUST LET THAT BE IT WHEN I ASK WHO YOU ARE. Y OU ARE TO TELL ME WHO YOU ARE WITH. I DON’T CARE WHAT YOUR NAME IS ALONE, I NEED TO KNOW WHY I BOTHER SOMEONE EXTREMELY BUSY TO BUG THEM WITH YOUR BULLSHIT.***

Me: Who are you WITH?

Foreigner in EXTREME broken English: “Something, something and Google.com” —I had to ask “Who?” several times until I sort of understood what he was saying.

*AT THIS POINT, I HANG UP. I’m instructed to always do so. Keep in mind, I’m also pregnant. I don’t bother my dad with anything like this and 9.8 times out of 10, they never call back because they think they either got cut off, or I couldn’t hear them.*

HE CALLS BACK:

Me: “Nelson Printing”

Foreigner in EXTREME broken English: (This is sort of what it sounded like he said) “I called a moment ago and did you hang up on my face?” —in a rude tone, mind you.

First off, this is funny as shit. Second, do you think I’d buy an ad from you NOW after you were rude? Come on, dumbass. Seriously.

Me: “Who’s calling, please?”

Foreigner in EXTREME broken English: “Blah blah blah from google.com…can I speak to Nelson…owner of business?”

Me: “You want to speak to who?” (You think the owner of the business is named Nelson, period. First name at all…This clues me into the fact that you are just selling something that I know we are not interested in…right off the bat…this is very hilarious to me.)

Foreigner in EXTREME broken English:”Nelson…owner of business…”

Me: “What is this regarding?”

Foreigner in EXTREME broken English:”Let me speak to owner of business!”

Me: *INSANITY ENSUES INSIDE MY BODY. I BECOME IRATE. MY EYES START TO BLUR AND MY BP IS RISING TO THE BOILING POINT* “I am OWNER OF BUSINESS AND I WANT TO KNOW WHAT THIS IS REGARDING.”

Foreigner in EXTREME broken English: “We would want to be knowing if you could be interested in ad on the google.com page—”

Me: “I am sorry, we are not interested in this at this time. Thank you. *click*”

(#*$#)(&@)(*!)$#)(@)(&@#()@

I had to get it out before I grabbed a stack of A3 envelopes and filleted my neck open.

Note: I do NOT hate foreigners. I hate telemarketers. The ones that speak horrible English usually do not have any sort of phone manners whatsoever. These people are usually from India. I wanted to get this straight. I’m not a racist. I’m extremely irritable and pissy and pregnant. End of story.

So, I was mistaken by thinking that my appointment last Friday would entail an ultrasound. No, I actually just got the typical 12 weeks doppler heartbeat check. After searching around, the nurse that checked first went and got my doctor’s ACTUAL nurse who’s been doing this for years and years. She checked my chart to find out that my cervix is tilted backwards so that she could put the microphone in the right spot to check for the heartbeat. We found it. The sound was so relieving. The heart rate was at 164, which most people tell me means it’s a girl. I think they are trying to make me squirm. I do want a boy, but I’m getting used to the fact that I’ll be really happy with a boy or a girl. It just seems like everyone is having a girl lately. I can has boy? Surely it’s time for a change?

Right?

The past two weekends we’ve been floating. It’s been fun, however I think I’m ready for a break from the outdoor trips. Until I can make sure I’m well (I’ve been to the ER once with all over body aches, then I had the same problems day before yesterday with a sore throat and NOW I’m very much congested) I’ll stick to indoor activities. I cannot WAIT until we see The Dark Knight this weekend.

My next ultrasound is August 7th at 3:30. We found out the sex (if the baby cooperates) that day. I’m already nervous. I hope these next 3 weeks FLY by. I plan on drinking something with sugar or a bit of caffeine right before this ultrasound so that the baby won’t be asleep

Mommy needs an answer for her registries and to ease her mind.

It’s been a few weeks. I’m now approaching 11 weeks. Wow. Times flies…or some shit like that. I have my next ultrasound on the 11th. I can’t wait for that one. Things have been pretty hectic with a 7 year old around. I must say, I’ve been quite the busy bee. We’ve gone out of town the past two weekends and this weekend is time to clean up the house! We are adding on a master suite in August and must get things in order for that. I’ll add onto this more later, but I must be returning to work. Blah.

So, I am now at 8 weeks even. Things are going pretty well except for this damned neck pain I’ve been having for 3 days now. It is almost impossible to get a comfortable night’s sleep unless I wake up and take tylenol. I guess since it’s at night, it’s not upsetting my stomach? Who knows. During the day it’s not so bad, but it gets worse. It feels like a pinched nerve.

I have to figure out what to get Brandon for father’s day. We’re going to see his step dad tonight in Kennett, then we have his dad’s family reunion tomorrow, then Sunday we’re going to see my dad and possibly grill outside. It’s going to be a busy weekend, I tell ya. I just wish it was 4:30pm already.

I wish I could fast forward to find out the sex of this little bean in my belly. I think we’ve decided on Piper Kennedy for a girl but I’m still back and forth as for the boy name because it’s so IMPORTANT to me to pick a good one because that’s what I really want. We’ve come up with Eli, but I’m not 100% yet. Something tells me to keep looking and thinking. We’ll see. I have 7 months…I think I have time. I need to post more on here, but having the Bree with us for these 6 weeks keeps us occupied. Till next time—-

N Master Flash

Our little lentil bean. Heartbeat was strong at 150. I heard it through the ultrasound. I shed a little tear. I have my next ultrasound on July 11th (around 12 weeks). I can’t wait until then. I really can’t. I hope things continue to go well. Please, still keep me in your thoughts/prayers. We’re not out of the woods yet.

I haven’t been very public about what’s going on with us. I’m so deathly afraid of another miscarriage that I have kept most of the good news to myself. But, even when I tell some people, my happiness is severely guarded. I feel like I’m not REALLY pregnant yet. I don’t do well with failure. Let’s just get that out now. Anytime I fail at anything, I try to drown the sorrow. That scares me. I find myself not trying too hard to do certain things because I’m afraid I’ll fail at them. Same goes for pregnancy. Not that I don’t try at that…hell, trying at getting pregnant is the FUN part. It’s just that now that we have actually “tried” and got pregnant (pretty fast, mind you) it seems like it may be worse if I fail at it this time. The first time we got pregnant and lost the baby, we weren’t even trying. We just were newlyweds who didn’t have a care in the world (so to speak). This time, the doctor checked me at 5 weeks (last week). We could only see the gestational sac and the yolk sac at this stage. He also did a pelvic examination and took around 5 vials of blood. This was a fun visit. Can you tell? I have another ultrasound scheduled for the 10th so that we can see the heartbeat. I think I will breathe a little easier once I see that since last time there was no heartbeat at 6 weeks. This ultrasound will be at around 7 weeks so there definitely should be a heartbeat. They called me the other day with the results from my blood work saying that my progesterone level was a little low. It was at 13.5 and my OBGYN wanted to see it at 15 for 5 weeks. I immediately got put on a progesterone 50 MG vag. insert. Not pleasant. I did this for a few days only for it to irritate the hell out of me. I called yesterday and they switched me over to taking Prometrium (100mg twice a day) orally. Thank god. Also, they called on a separate day to tell me that all of the other blood work came back fine except that I was again anemic. Yay. Another thing to worry about. So now, I get to take a shit load more iron everyday. I think I may swallow a total of 7 pills every morning. In the end, I know it will all be worth it. It just kind of sucks at this point. Anyone that reads this–please keep us in your thoughts daily at least until around 14 weeks. So, 7 more weeks of this…on pins and needles. I know I’m not TOTALLY in the clear at 14 weeks, but I know my chances of a miscarriage are FAR less. So, this will make me feel better. Ok, I’ve stopped this blog about 80 times because of phones ringing, customers coming in, etc…

So, I’m off to work now.

Have a fantabulous day.

It’ll be a bit before I can really get going on this. Thanks to Mitchell for all his work in getting this up for me. I can’t wait to geek out again. I really missed it.