I’m 14 weeks today. Bring on the second trimester, baby!!
Anticipated due date is Oct. 5. All signs are healthy and positive. We are ready to be EXCITED.
I feel like today is a huge turning point — the SECOND TRIMESTER! No more prometrium! We’ve turned the corner!
I have been feeling well! I felt the most icky between weeks 6 and 9, but it was more of an overall feeling of general grossness (didn’t feel good before I ate, didn’t feel good after I ate), and nothing serious. There were only two dry heaving incidents. 😉
For your amusement, my latest hormonal … difficulty.
Last month I stayed up until midnight so that I could have first access to online registration for the spring session swimming lessons at my beloved Y. And why did I need first access? Because I was bound and determined to get both girls in swim classes that ran at the same time. And the only possibility of this happening was if I was able to get them both in a Monday night class that ran from 5-5:30 p.m. There were no other days where their classes were at the same time, and since classes fill up extremely quickly, I was determined that my efforts not be thwarted.
Registration started on Monday, March 12, so I assumed that I would be able to register at 12:00 a.m. on Sunday night/Monday morning. So I stayed up until midnight and the registration system refreshed. Instead of saying “Registration begins on March 12,” the system changed to, “Registration opens at 5 a.m.” In hindsight, I realized this made sense, because that’s the time the Y opens and that would be the first opportunity for someone to physically walk through the doors and register.
So, okay, no big deal. I went to bed and got back up at 5 a.m. and registered. (Yaaaaaay.)
Cue to last Thursday, when horror of horrors, I realized that I REGISTERED MONKEY FOR THE WRONG CLASS.
Upon realizing my tragic error, I left a lengthy late-night voicemail message to the aquatics director wherein I actually used the word “distraught,” as well as “disappointed” and “upset.” I’m surprised I didn’t start weeping as I relayed the whole story about staying up late, getting up early, yada, yada, yada.
Then I emailed my friend S who works at the Y and told her about the whole sordid saga.
And then I read it back an hour later, and was like, “Whoa. I think I may have been overreacting.”
I mean, it’s a swim class. And yes, it will be totally inconvenient if they are in classes that are at different times, and yes it is completely crazy that I went to such great lengths to get them registered for MY PREFERRED CLASS TIMES (I think I’m the only one who would ever do that; I know all my friends are shaking their heads at me) because I was so paranoid that if I waited until, say 9 a.m., MY PREFERRED CLASSES would be filled (in my defense, they did cut the class sizes in half and they do fill up EXTREMELY quickly) – but no one died.
It’s a swim class for Pete’s sake!
And now all I can do is laugh, and laugh, and laugh. I am just dying that I left a voicemail for the aquatics director and said “distraught.” What must she have been thinking!??
At the time though, I was DEAD SERIOUS.
What else can I say? It’s GOTTA BE THE HORMONES, right!?
I just can’t make this sh*it up.
(And P.S. the aquatics director called me back and was able to make the switch, and my friend S told her that I was pregnant and hormonal, so we’re all good.)