Pregnancy Journaling Purposes

I've begun to think that, never again in my life will i do this pregnancy dealieo thing again. (okay maybe i will...maybe. If I start getting baby hungry ever again)

I am 17 weeks. Due May 31 2012.

**Let's start out with the fact that Tyson and I TALKED about starting our family. Then a month later I found out I was. Wow. Apparently we just have to say a word about children and it happens. (don't stress, I've always said that if I am to EVER end up pregnant the Lord will have to intervene in some small way, because actually admitting to wanting to give up my youth for a child, well didn't exactly ever sound fun to me. Obviously it was time, at least according to the Lord.) {Oh yes...and I think Great Grandma may have played a slight role in this too. Remember how I lied and told her Tyson was the coward? Well I'm thinking that when she passed away and went to heaven she learned the truth...That I was the coward. So she rigged something up. I almost feel that I owe my child's middle name to her...because I went to the funeral came home and missed the monthly flow...}
**Since I wasn't Planning on getting pregnant, and I just got home from a trip to Utah, When I slept for the next two weeks I assumed it was due to jet lag. However I couldn't figure out WHY I had just bad jet lag. Oh well. My Period has always been exactly 30 days. So when I counted out when It'd start I obviously messed up. Because the day it was supposed to start it didn't; I didn't think about it because according to my calculations I still had a week. When the next week came, and went then I thought about it. Not for to long. I assumed I was stressed due to the Funeral and other things. However when the next 3 days came and went and there still was no period, and I looked at my calendar...It hit me. Like a ton a bricks. Maybe 3 tons. Took 2 tests. Went to the store and bought 2 more. Took them. All 4 were positive. Some select words came out. Sent a picture to Tyson asking what that meant and HOW it happened. :)
**So far Pregnancy has ran me over by 4 big semi trucks, and threw me against a brick wall 6 times. Only now am I KINDA feeling better. If I wasn't pregnant I wouldn't have cared if I was sick. Quite the diet. However I'm pretty sure the child was slightly deprived of nutrients. And the Headaches/migranes that come with it. I became a hermit. Only now am I venturing out a bit for social events. Poor Tyson. I'm not sure how he managed. Dinner, Laundry, Grocery Shopping, Cleaning the house, and school. Dang. He's good.
**I have no Idea on what I think I'm having. I have said boy from the beginning but I think it's only because I really want a girl first, and I don't want to get my hopes up. In all honesty...I don't mind much what gender I have as long as the child is healthy. :)
**Tyson thinks that I need to do things while the child is in my womb, that way the child will come out already liking the activity. So far I've gone wakeboarding, Rock-Climbing, Ice skating, and Played soccer, Tyson thinks we need to get to Moab ASAP. Truthfully I think he's just looking for excused to get to moab.
**I was happy to learn that Pregnancy brain was a "real" thing. Or rather other women who were pregnant have gone crazy. You don't even want to know the things I'm done, forgotten, said...the worst was temporary misplacing a lump sum of money. Tyson has now banned me from all things important.
**I believe Tyson is more excited about this child than I am. I'm still a tad bit bitter that my stomach is poking out and my clothes don't fit and I pee every flippen 2-3 hours.
**I haven't felt the child move within me yet. I'm starting to doubt that this is even real. Even though I've already had an ultra sound.
**Other than that I'm enjoying looking at baby clothes.