The Birds and the Bees

I heard all about the birds and the bees growing up - you know from TV and movies, yet even now I am not really sure what they mean by the birds and the bees and how that whole situation works, is it just about the flowers? or are the birds and the bees... well doing you know?

Well what I do know is that I never needed a birds and the bees talk, but it would have helped if my mom would have told me on the wedding night about the overly reproductive genes that seem to be passed around in our family, or about the history of twins that I somehow never knew about until after I was pregnant... because I trusted my reproduction to that warning that comes with birth control - that it can take up to a year to get pregnant after being on them for a prolonged period of time... Yes, I understand it said "up to." However, two months after leaving my pill prescription with the pharmacist to never be picked up again I did ultimate test.

Wayyy more scary than any exam I have ever written and just as hard as peeing in a cup! I peed on a stick... actually I peed on two just to make sure and low and behold I was pregnant (and I had a third just in case I needed it)... and I guess if you look at it my way, I passed the test (the one that you aren't really sure if you want to pass, partially due to the copious amounts of alcohol consumed only a few days earlier). YAYYYYY I got my first 100% on a test!

Now I am on the motherhood journey and while ecstatic that I get to procreate with the most wonderful person I have ever met (literally the man of my dreams), I shake my finger at all of those expecting moms who bask in the bliss of their pending arrival as they get their "glow," enjoy morning sickness and enjoy the growing list of people who want to touch their bellies, while I on the other hand I have pimples like I probably should have had during puberty, don't ever want to wretch five times a day again in my life and hate it when those unwelcome hands come to touch my bump, that to me still resembles what happens to my belly when I really need to have a BM (all you mommies know what a BM is).

However, despite all of my qualms about pregnancy (was it really necessary for the prenatals to be pink?), I am still very excited (and slightly terrified) about my pregnancy and wish to share it with all of those that I love and have come to the conclusion that a blog is much more fun than mass e-mailing :) I can also look at this over the months to come and blame my poor attitude, spelling, punctuation and anything else on want on "baby brain."

So this is a record of my pregnancy journey and I will attempt to update it regularly with pictures, rants, raves, and maybe even a few oogly googly mommy to be moments :)

Enjoy :)