The Shoebox

Hippie hooray BigD came home today! You know what that means... time to spill the beans. Wanted to have some fun with it, so since I always have a couple pressies for him upon return, it seemed only fitting to sneak in a special gift. First was a t-shirt from our recent fishing trip. Nothing too special. Then was an unwrapped shoebox. "I already have a pair of these" he said. Yea no duh, I used the same box. "Well you know how I can't refuse a deal!" I explained. Upon opening the box he found a pair of tiny baby Keens (we both have gone through numerous pairs of this brand of shoes) along with a note reading "You're gonna be a Poppo!". I tried to record the event, but I managed to aim the camera right at his crotch plus I had it on macro mode, so not really usable footage, just audio. Here's the breakdown:
D "Ha ha ha haaaa. How funny! They're cute little things. Are you getting dogs?"
H "Did you read it?"
D "Yea, cool."
H "I wanted to tell you in person."
D "Yea, I'm here."
H "We did it!"
D "Cool. You're on. And I get a t-shirt."
At this point BigD gives me a big and and says "Congratulations, now you're getting an organic food processor!" I replied "That's what you have to say to me?" We had a big laugh and then BigD stuck his stinky foot in my face.
See? Wasn't waiting and telling him in person worth it? (sigh)

I think I'm gonna... ACHOO!

So THIS is Morning Sickness. AHHHHHhhhhhhh blahhhhhhhhhhh. And WHY call it Morning Sickness it it occurs every 30 minutes ALL DAY LONG? Weird thing though, I have yet to puke. Instead, right before I am about to be sick, I sneeze.

Turns out I have a wonderful feature in my odd body. When the acid begins to rise up from my stomach, it triggers the vagus nerve. The vagus nerve links the abdominal organs to the central nervous system, or in my case specifically to the sinuses. So when I feel nauseous, the acid triggers a sneeze which contracts my throat forcing the acid back down and temporarily interrupts the nausea. Brilliant! Unfortunately I'm sneezing like 50 times a day. Add to that a nasty throat cold I've picked up and well... no more voice. At least I don't need a bucket. For now.

25 cents.

I'm bleeding. Not what you want to see the day after you are told you are pregnant. To be overly specific, I bled a dime, a nickel and then another dime. So... does this 25 cents in my panties mean the end of a very quick excitement in my life? Made the mistake of Googling it. Note to self: stop Googling things regarding pregnancy. Way too many horror stories. Turned off the computer and turned to prayer. I trust that whatever God allows to happen in my life, whether good or bad in my opinion, will be the best for me. I also asked Darnell to pray as I was having "female issues". I wasn't ready to tell him. Father's Day is coming up and it would be cool to tell him he is going to be a dad, but I also want to do it face-to-face and see his reaction. He can be short on words at times and show little excitement, so I knew his response might disappoint if done over the phone. "Hey guess what?" "Chicken butt." "You're gonna be a DAD!" "Oh, cool." See? Nah, I'll wait.

The folded paper.

I hate giving blood. Hate it. I often faint afterwards, so I try and avoid the whole procedure. But... I still can't figure out the stick reading so I made sure to pack snacks and headed to the clinic on base. Gave blood and waited 40 minutes. At the 20 minute mark I asked if it was ready, it was. I was brought in, weighed, measured, blood-pressured, temperatured and told to sit. Their printer was broken. I finally got up and assisted with the printer (turn off, count to 10 and turn back on) and my results were printed out. The nurse folded the sheet in half and entered my stats into the computer. Then I was told to sit outside again. Another nurse called me in and brought me to another room. Still no mention of results, still one folded piece of paper. She asked me some basic questions like was I trying to get pregnant. At this point I've come to the conclusion the one line is indeed just one line and now I get to listen to a lecture on taking my temperature every morning to know when I'll be most fertile. Greeeeat. Instead she hands me the paper and says congratulations. I look and it says "Positive". Well... you can't argue that one! So... HERE WE GO!

Uhhh... huh?

Tiffany is still visiting this week and we are having a BLAST, but Aunt Flo did not show up with her red suitcase on Monday. Waited 2 days for her before sneaking away and peeing on a stick. I covered the result section right after. Perhaps I want to know, perhaps I just really don't want to know. This is the moment where you realize your life may take a turn. I'm not going to cry or feel terrified or trapped. No panic attacks, no shock. I've been off the pill for 8 solid months. When I finally looked I was like "Uhhh... huh?". I mean it should be a pretty simple system, but boy I had one REALLY dark line and one kinda not so much. Did I wait long enough? Did I wait too long? But the really strong line isn't in the place it should be according to the diagram. Maybe I'm being too literal with the diagram? Maybe one line means one line. Well, only one way to tell for sure. Time to call the doc.

Enfuego.

Love on the island is on fire and so is my back. I'm not sure I have EVER had such intense burning in my back. Started in my shoulder blades and moved down to my lower back. I can't sleep. Today was a joyous day though... Tony proposed to Amber and I had the pleasure of assisting Tony in the big surprise. With the help of Tiffany, John, Pher and Emily we set a message in a bottle in the sand along Ko'Olina beach with the message "Amber, Marry Me?" inside. A heart was drawn in the sand with candles. Tony then walked out and "discovered" the bottle and called a reluctant Amber over to check it out. Seeing the message in a bottle, Amber exclaimed "This is so random!". She opened the bottle, read the message and looked at the cheap bling pink ring as Tony slid down on one knee and revealed the REAL ring. Amber cried. It was super sweet and perfectly executed. Great job team!

Something's just not right.

Something is just not right this week. For one... my boobs hurt. They are swollen and they shouldn't be, not for another 2 weeks anyway. TMI, I know. Secondly, upon trying to kill a Hawaiian roach with a broomstick I found myself dropping the broom to the floor, clinching my fists and screaming to the sky as tears fell down my face "WHY WON'T IT DIE!?!?!". Hmmm... usually I take a great deal of pleasure squishing these formidable giant house guests. And thirdly, upon my hubby commenting on my more-than-normal gas explosions, I realize I have not pooped in 3 days. 3 DAYS?!?! OK, WHAT is going on? He is deploying soon, so maybe I am just emotional.