I love the quasi-anonymity of OS. A deuce, you know #2, the spare to the heir. It is becoming more apparent to me that constant nausea, sleeping all day, jittery all night, and dizzy round the clock does not mean "the flu" but, pregnant with number 2. I was in denial for close to two weeks, but finally did a test a few days ago that basically exploded with pink lines in my hands.
Of course this is why I love OS. It's still early so it's not like I can go blabbing it around everywhere, but what's it going to hurt for you guys to know. I can easily make a post called, "No longer dropping a deuce."
My problem is I had no idea I would be this ambivalent. Not about a second child, but the pregnancy. With my son I took about a million tests starting 6 days before I even could, I took the best pre-natals, I followed the rules to the letter and read all the books. I feel like such complete shit these days (how does the Duggar lady do it?), I can't even be arsed to remember a vitamin, let alone take it knowing I will vomit. I had an inkling this was going on for well over 3 weeks now, but every week seems to bring "my last hot dog." and "my last slice of prosciutto," "my last soft cheese." The worst are medications. With my son, I dealt with hives from the cats, allergies from the seasons, all with a smile and a neti pot. Now, I have so much crap to do, I feel so sick, screw it--I'm using a lot of Benadryl at night and using a nasal steroid, Flonase, during the day. I simply can't function without. We're living in a Ragweed sauna here at the moment.
Part of me is totally remorseful, woe to the embryo getting the short end of the stick. The other part of me realizes how over the top I went last time (No rum raisin ice cream--THAT'S BOOOOOOZE) and I feel that since he came out OK, I can ease up. I will probably reap the whirlwind and have an incredibly screwed up kid, then you can say "We told you so." I just need to vent, then curl up and lie motionless for a few hours while my son watches WAAAAAY to much TV in the past week.
So yeah, OS, don't mention this on Facebook. The only people who know are my husband (also meh) and my boss (he seems to be the happiest:)).