Here's a quick recap of what has happened in the past 6 to 7 months:
1. Shortly after my last post, I experienced sensations that I can only describe as "death cramps" that led me to the emergency room and hospital for surgery and a two-week stay. I will spare you further details.
All better now!
2. I lied about sparing you from further details. There are some details I want to tell you about. When I checked into the emergency room, they asked me the standard question of whether I was pregnant. I said "maybe"--in fact I had been planning on taking a home pregnancy test in a few days. They initially thought I could have an ectopic pregnancy or ruptured ovarian cyst. My heart sunk at the thought of either, but particularly the ectopic pregnancy. A few minutes after taking my blood, a doctor came by and said "So, I'm confused, did you not know you were pregnant when you came in today?"
Cue ugly cry face on my part. In my mind, positive pregnancy test = ectopic pregnancy.
Strangely, despite ugly cry face, what he said didn't quite sink in fully the first time. He continued to talk (about what I don't know) and I had to interrupt and ask him to confirm whether: (1) he had seen the blood test results; and (2) that the test results showed that I was pregnant. He said yes, I was pregnant.
Cue ugly cry face Part II.
He looked to Kevin and asked what was wrong, I told him I was worried about an ectopic pregnancy, he said it wasn't necessarily an ectopic pregnancy, blah blah blah.
Despite a lot of doubts regarding whether the pregnancy would last, turns out that I was and am healthily pregnant. I spent the next month or so recovering from the surgery, which also conveniently allowed me to isolate myself while I experienced a few annoying pregnancy symptoms, namely mild nausea and raging acne.
I am living proof that if you don't eat anything during the first two weeks of your pregnancy and just survive on IV fluids, it is possible to have a healthy pregnancy. I'm not advising this (I hope that's obvious), it just happened that way. Also, morphine is my friend.
Here is a picture of me around 20-something weeks.
3. We moved. Again. This time to Virginia. My New Year's resolution for 2013 will be not to move. We have a small balcony now, which the pugs thoroughly enjoy.
4. We took some hikes and visited an orchard in order to explore our new area.
5. We visited friends and family in NYC, Portland and San Francisco.
At craftbar in NYC
Tasty treats from the most magical place in Portland, OR--Voodoo Doughnuts
While in Bay Area, we went with my sister and brother in law to help out with a grape harvest in Sonoma.
6. We took a babymoon to St. John--yipee!!!
Bump at 30 weeks
St. John was wonderful, and definitely a place that I'm glad we went to pre-baby. While I did see other families there, let me just state for the record that I would not make the flight to San Juan, 3-hour layover, flight to St. Thomas, 40-minute drive to the ferry terminal, and ferry ride to St. John, for a total of 12 hours of traveling, with a baby. Hell fucking no.
So we're all caught up! I want to get back into taking pictures of my cooking/baking adventures--it's so easy to fall out of that groove.
A few last things: I'm due in January and the pugs have an announcement:
In case you can't see the picture, we're having a boy.
Finding out about the pregnancy happened in a weird way so I figured we'd do something cute to announce the sex of the baby, and get a big honking sugar cookie out of it.
I hope you are all well, and it feels good to blog again!