weekend wrap-up: mixed bag.

weekend wrap-up: mixed bag.

Groceries in Brown Paper Bag
Miscellany. This ‘n’ that. You know, just…stuff.

almost 100% positive
I went to see my GP on Thursday. She was surprised to see me, as I just had a physical not too long ago, and last week I’d gone in for a consult on an ingrown hair that had got a little out of control. “You’re back again? What now, girl?”

I told her about the missed period and the positive pregnancy test. “You don’t say?” She exclaimed. Her reaction was like that of a proud aunt. She chattered away excitedly while she filled out the requisition for a blood test and offered an early, but sincere congratulations. Twenty years this woman’s been my doctor. She’s been through a lot with me. As I left her office, lab paperwork in hand, I realized that I’d actually been excited to tell her.

there’s an app for this, natch
I spent the week researching and downloading pregnancy apps. A lot of them are free, and a lot of them are garbage. After loading and deleting several, I settled on the Health & Parenting app, and I think I’ll stick with it. It’s colourful (I’m a magpie), informative and by far the easiest to use. A few simple information inputs, and it calculates things like due dates, and devises a timeline of essential milestones to be aware of. There is a section for mommy (that’s me!), baby, an appointment tracker thingy, tons of infographics and day-by-day illustrations/2D/3D images of the baby at various stages, what it looks like and how big it is.

(According to the app, my baby is about the size of a grain of rice. Funny how something so small can wreak such havoc on a grown woman’s body.)

you glow, girl!
Had lunch with a friend the other day. We haven’t seen each other in a while. We used to work together. He doesn’t know I’m pregnant. We sat across the table from each other, talking and playing catch-up while we waited for our meal. He looked at me and said, “I gotta tell you, kid. You look great. You are glowing. Whatever it is you’re doing, keep it up.” All I could do was smile and say thank you.

keeping mum
I’m a little bit hesitant to tell anyone just yet. Aside from the boy, and my neighbour Trish, no one really knows. This is going to be such a hard secret to keep. I’m pregnant, fergawdssake! Of course I want to tell everyone! I believe strongly in that three-month rule; Lord only knows how much can go wrong in that time. I guess I’ll just keep it to myself and this blog for now. I’m going to Milton tonight for a girls’ get together, and I know the drinks and smokes will be plentiful. How do I navigate the summer party circuit without drawing attention to my newly-found clean and sober status? Especially since just two weeks ago, I was glasses deep in Jacob’s Creek Moscato and cigarettes?

My poker face sucks. If someone asks me point-blank if I’m pregnant, I’m screwed.

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