Oh. Em. Effing. Gee.

Pregnant. Knocked up. With child. Preggeriffic. Preggly? Yep, that's me!

I'm still having a hard time believing it's real. I am so effing excited, but also scared to death. And, true to form, over-analyzing every singly twinge I feel. I may make myself completely crazy by the time this baby comes! I bought two FRERs to take tomorrow and the next day, and of course I'll keep temping to keep an eye on things. As of this moment, I am cautious, but optimistic. Our EDD is March 12, which is pretty awesome. My dad was from Ireland, so a St Paddy's Day baby would be so special.

I so hope this is it.

Worst. Blog. Ever.

I know, I know. I'm a terrible blogger. I've been busy, ok? Clearly I'm never going to make a living off blogging. Dammit.

Quick recap of the past few weeks...

My sister in law got married. I went shot for shot with the groomsmen, cause I like to think I can play with the big kids. Missed my husbands birthday brunch the next day cause I couldn't stop puking. Why can't I learn that I can't drink that much tequila?! The sad thing is  M (hubby) was way more drunk than I was, and he felt fine the next day. Not fair at all.

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My crazy aunts and I participated in Relay for Life for our 10th straight year. It was a different location than we usually go to and wasn't nearly as well run as our usual Relay, but we still had a fantastic time walking, eating, laughing, talking, walking, dancing, giggling hysterically, and walking some more. I guarantee anyone who sees us at these events has to think we are drunk out of our minds. Around 3am we are just so deliriously tired that absolutely everything is funny, and we get laughing to the point that we aren;t making any noise and can't even stand up anymore. It's not uncommon to find 3 or four of us spread out along the track, sitting down and laughing like mute hyenas. We get a lot of strange stares, and there are always at least a few people who ask if they can join our family. I love them all.

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I went to a big reunion weekend at the summer camp that was my second home growing up. Seriously, I love this place so much. I started going there the year I was born (they have a parents & tots week) and went for at least a week every summer. I spent the whole summer there when I was 11 since my mum was the cook, and I worked there from when I was 16-20. It was my comfort zone as a kid. I went though a few rough years in school with bullying (I never thought of it as bullying, but now I realize it was), and my self confidence took a huge hit. Going to camp every year was my time. I felt totally comfortable there, I knew the staff and knew they were looking out for me, and I loved that I couldn't just get away from the people I knew at school and be whoever I wanted to. People who know my from camp always find it hilarious that I describe myself as shy and quiet, because that's so not who I am when I'm there. I'm the first to jump in and lead a campfire song, I'll organize all the arts and crafts, and I'll even give sports a go (laughing the whole time at how hopelessly uncoordinated I am).

M and I met at camp when we were campers. We originally were both just going for one week that summer, but after meeting we both saved our pennies to pay for another week together. The next year we both worked there, and though we aren't as involved with it as much as we'd like to be anymore, it's still our place.

So this weekend I went back. I was running the arts and crafts portion of the day with an old friend/camp staff member, which consisted of reconstructing and tie-dying camp shirts. I took my little cousins canoeing for an hour and a half, told old camp stories, slept in a cabin just like the old days, and lead campfire at night. The old staff and I played nighttime hide-and-seek, caught up on gossip, and got our camp fix for the year. Basically I felt 17 again. It was awesome.

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My preschoolers had their graduation yesterday! I am so so so proud of all my monkeys and can't believe they are all off to Kindergarten in September. I've had some of them since they were just toddlers and toilets trained most of them...it's a bittersweet moment to see them go. Some of them will still be here through the summer, so I don't have to say goodbye just yet. I'm glad they aren't all leaving me at once!

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Wow, that was a novel and a half. Kudos to any of you who made it through!

Cycle 8, here we come.

Not officially CD1 yet, but cramping, spotting, and temp drop. I'm a grump. And I'm eating everything in sight. Yesterday I went to the grocery store after work and got pizza, chips, cheesy dip, and ice cream. The cashier asked if she could come wherever I was going with all that food...I didn't have the heart to tell her I was preparing for a CD1 pity party.

I have a whole list of things I was intending to do tonight, but I hurt all over and I just want to curl up and go to sleep.