Nerves

I suppose you could say that I’m freaking out a bit at this point. After so long trying and so much disappointment, it almost seems too good to be true that I’m really pregnant. I’m so afraid of something happening. It’s still so early and so new. It’s like I don’t want to jinx it by getting excited or anything.

I’ve made my first appointment for July 18th at an off-post Army clinic. Fortunately, it’s a lot closer to my house than Evans. I will be seeing someone called Cook, which means absolutely nothing to me. I’d honestly prefer a female doctor, but this is just the intake session. I will definitely be stating that preference at the appointment. Until then I have a pretty big stack of paperwork to fill out. I am glad that I could just get the referral from the appointment line without having to go to my regular doctor. Mostly because my regular doctor just got changed and I wasn’t really keen on having to meet him just for a referral.

Alan and I may have even started to agree on a girl’s name. I love the name Anika, but he really doesn’t. He did, however, have "Dani" on his list of favorites (we started this a while ago). So I suggested Danika as a compromise because I don’t generally like the idea of using nicknames as given names. Then we could call her Dani for short, which is cute, fun, and a little funky. I will have to pester him into using a family name in the middle though. He doesn’t like it, but I think it’s a good way to honor the people you come from, especially when so many family names repeat on both sides.

I’ve started a new fitness program. Three days a week I’m going to strengthen and tone by ramping up the resistance on the elliptical and lifting weights. On alternate days, I’ll walk on the treadmill for 45-60 minutes, then come home and do a short yoga routine. I’ll probably increase the yoga as the pregnancy progresses. It’s supposed to be invaluable in preparing your body for labor. And somewhere in there I’ll probably swim and hike occasionally too.

I’m also trying to get back into Rosetta Stone. I’ve been neglecting it for too long, and because it’s one the Army’s educational site, Alan gets points towards promotion for each level completed. Yes, it’s cheating, but he doesn’t have to prove that he’s proficient at the end. The effort seems to be what counts.

I am utterly exhausted and almost constantly hungry. It sucks. LOL… Hopefully the improved work-out schedule will help mitigate the weight I gain while pregnant. I really can’t wait until this is all out in the open. I just hope Alan can keep his mouth shut. Before we got the positive result, we’d talked about keeping it quiet, but now he seems to not be worrying about it. It’s probably the best indication that he’s excited.

And before I forget because of the extreme fatigue wearing my brain down, I have to say that the constant abbreviation on baby sites is beyond fucking obnoxious. "I have 5 days till AF. I O’d this month and me and DH BD’d, so I’ll POAS in a couple days and I hope to see a BFP." What the hell is all that supposed to mean? AF is Aunt Flo… because apparently we’re not grown up enough to say period. O’d means ovulated. DH is one I see on here a lot and means Dear Husband, but doesn’t the guy have a frickin’ name? BD means Baby Dance… again, because we’re too immature to say sex without giggling and blushing? POAS is pee on a stick and BFP is a big fat positive.

Really? I have an abbreviation for you. WTF?

Some of the abbreviations make sense and are commonly used even in the medical community, like LMP (last menstrual period), TTC (trying to conceive), OPK (ovulation predictor kit), HPT (home pregnancy test). These are genuinely time-saving abbreviations. But BFP? Seriously? That makes no effing sense! Who in their right mind actually says Big Fat Positive? And Aunt Flo and Baby Dance? Those are almost as bad as the girls who use the "word" va-jay-jay (since when is there a j in vagina anyway?). If you can’t talk about your period, your vagina, and sex – in forums dedicated to pregnancy no less – you have no business taking responsibility for the upbringing of a child.

Ugh!

Sorry… bit of a pet peeve of mine. Being in the child development field, you get really tired of parents who can’t bring themselves to explain to their children that girls have vaginas and boys have penises and instead say that girls have hoo-hoos and boys have winkies. Like that means anything??

Anyway, my stomach is growling once again and there is laundry to be folded. Enough ranting and raving for now.

~Liz