Better late then never I guess. I’m here, yet have nothing remotely fantastic to say; though I believe it’s been that way since I started with this wee blog. So why change now.

I was on the fence for weeks about doing the integrated testing for Down Syndrome for this pregnancy. I didn’t know if I wanted to because the results really didn’t make a difference to me. I did it when I was pregnant with Carter because I didn’t know any better, I thought it was a necessity. This time around, I had planned to make a more educated decision, but in the end it just came down to getting to have an ultrasound earlier then 20 weeks, so I went with it.

Yesterday I went for the ultrasound and blood test and got to see everything. I don’t think it matters how many children you have, but when you see them for the first time on that screen, it’s like it was the first time all over again.

Though I have been complaining incessantly about the fact that I hate barf and peeing my pants and feeling sick, it’s totally worth it all to see that squirmy little being moving across the monitor. Right now, I am the most excited I’ve been for this pregnancy.

My dear best friend is almost exactly 4 weeks ahead of me in her first pregnancy and her sister is almost 3 months a head of her. The stories my BF has been telling me about her sister have had me in fits of laughter over the past week. Which is not good when any kind of laughing or coughing brings on fits of gagging.

A little background on the sister. To put it entirely blunt, she’s a selfish person who really has no time for anyone but herself. She MUST be the centre of attention in all circumstances otherwise she will create drama until she becomes that centre of attention.

That sister has now reached the point of her pregnancy where her feet are no longer visible, and she can’t see the bottom of the zipper on her coat. These milestones have rocked her to her very core. She called my BF crying inconsolably because she could no longer see her feet. Granted this can be a traumatic start to the whole holyshitI’mhavingababyandmybodywillneverbethesame phase of pregnancy, but for this one? I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off, then spew out the more fantastic details of pregnancy.

I was all:

Wait until she can’t put on her underwear without help, or can’t even put on her own shoes anymore…

Or can’t sit down without first bracing your entire body and still feeling like you’re going to fall over…

Or wait until she has the baby and can’t sit down for 6 weeks…

Or until she doesn’t get to sleep in for the next 10 years…

Or how you’re afraid to shit for 5 days after having the baby and it burns like firewater just to take a pee…

Or your boobs are so engorged they feel like they are going to burst out of your skin at any moment…

Or how about when your cooter is cut open and a stitch pops and can barely walk without pain…

Or how about the first time you have sex again.

Needless to say, I had forgotten that my friend has yet to experience these wonderful aspects of pregnancy.

Even though we were on messenger, I’m sure she fainted for a short while when she stopped typing.. and I bet she even changed a few shades of white.

Even with trying to comfort her with the fact that I’ve been there and I’m doing it again, I think I may have scarred her for life.