The Story of Little F#&$er

On January 12th Aubrey and I exchanged some texts about our upcoming trip to Estes Park. Since the trip fell right after the sweet spot of my ovulating, we knew that I may have to cut my hot tub soaks a bit short.

Aubrey: "No hot tub for you!"

Me: "I'll just fry the little f#&$er!"

And that is the story of our sweet future child's nickname.

I think that our experience over the weekend (as you probably read on Big Black Dog) proves that I am pregnant and that the Little F#&$er just got his revenge.

Advice from Mom

Since you've all been tracking my ovulation schedule on your calendars, you know that I'm right at the end of that sweet spot of the month. Aubrey and I have done what needs to be done ;) and now we wait (well maybe one more night for good measure). This weekend we're going up to Estes Park for a long weekend vacation. I believe that pregnancy tests can now work within a few days of getting pregnant. I'm torn on whether or not we should just wait and see or do a test this weekend. My thoughts behind this are: I'm pretty excited to know and if I'm not, then I may as well endulge in a little (meaning more than a little) wine this weekend and I can soak in the hot tub 'til I pass out. When I brought up the idea of taking a pregnancy test to my mom this afternoon, she looked at me like I had two heads and then told me to just wait and find out naturally (meaning see if Aunt Flo visits next month) and to enjoy myself and have some wine this weekend. That last bit of advice made us both laugh. I kind of thought that I would only have some wine if I weren't pregnant. So if I am pregnant and I enjoy a "few" glasses of wine this weekend and my kid comes out with one eye and God forbid twelve toes, then it was my mom's bad advice that caused it.

Achieving Goals

Drinks to date:

6 glasses of wine

2 margaritas

5.66 bottles of Corona (I was at home and just could not get that 2nd bottle down.)

While this isn't the most impressive amount of drinks consumed in 3 weeks (most 16 year olds probably do this in a night), it's about a 50-75% increase in my normal consumption. What IS impressive about it, is that I normally only have a couple drinks 1 night a week or every other week. This amount of booze took me 8 days. That's a pretty serious increase in evenings spent boozing. I think that I have this one last weekend to drown my un-impregnated body with a little liquid courage. Which may be exactly what it takes to become an impregnated body.

Oh yeah, I've been taking my prenatal vitamins since Monday.

Explanation behind "Day 9 of Cycle"

Aubrey had a really good "Quote of the Day" on Tuesday concerning my ovulation schedule. I of course prompty blogged it. A few hours later, Aubrey checked the blog, sighed, dropped his shoulders, and said in a bummed out voice, "You blogged that. Now I can't say anything to you." I would rather Aubrey not feel afraid of what may be exposed about our personal lives (he did agree to me blogging our experience though) so I deleted the post. Which sucks because it was really funny and totally perfect for the blog. Okay, okay, and slightly inappropriate. Whatever.