Stop Pressuring Me

For some reason, I have Michael Jackson's "Stop Pressuring Me" floating through my head this morning. In fact, it's making me somewhat agitated and I might yell at someone today just for fun. The great thing about that is - I'm PREGNANT - so instead of blaming it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol, blame it on the hormones.

Anyhow, I was in such a hurry to post the other day...something...anything...(stop pressuring me!)...that I realized I completely skimmed over the fact that I should have addressed my very last post, months ago, when I swore I would wait until February to get pregnant.

It's amazing how timing is everything. In retrospect, if I were under complete control of my life, I actually would have waited after all. Who knew the crazy events that would follow. However, God's plan is in motion, and thanks be to God, I'm goin' with the flow, though sometimes, I don't understand the chain of events. That's neither here nor there. The world is a much better place under God's control than mine. I'm grateful, regardless.

I will stop talking in circles and get to the question everyone (all seven of you) have been waiting for and that is: Why did you decide to get pregnant earlier than later?

Well, see, what had happened was....

'Twas August 24, 2009. (My LMP was August 27th, and yes, I'm 100% sure. Every time I go to the doctor, they ask me the date and if I'm positive? YES I'M POSITIVE! Don't you people write things down?! The reason I'm positive, is because I had a gyno appointment on that day, and guess what, Aunt Flo arrived early, so I had to change my appointment. Again, please write this in my file!!!)

Sorry...so...it was on August 24th, I was at the gym working out with my fabulous trainer, Kara, and a few of my great friends, Rachel, Kristyn, & Laurie. I'm not sure if it was the squat thrusts, heavy breathing, or the fact that my belly was already bulging, but we got on the topic of pregnancy. As usual (and I hope this isn't TMI, but you know what you're getting into when you read my blog), I did not pick up my automatic BC pill refill at Walgreen's the day before. I'm pretty sure because I have it programmed in my brain that Walgreen's pharmacy closes at 6pm on Sundays, when in, in fact, they close at 5pm. Because of the efficient way our insurance companies work, if I pick up my prescription a minute before the actual 30-day mark, they charge me more. As a result, I have to wait to pick it up on Sundays, which, again, I never do because they are always closed.

Here we are on Monday evening after work, at the gym, dying over whatever crazy exercise Kara decided to make up on the spot to kill us, and somehow, we get on the topic of pregnancy. Of course, the focus goes to me, because I am the newlywed and in my 30's, (stop pressuring me!) and they demand to know - "When are you getting pregnant?" I casually mention the pill situation, and how I have to stop at Walgreen's to pick them up after the gym. Kara and Rachel, my lovely vocal friends, point out a few things like:

-When you are 35, you are considered high risk no matter what and the doctors watch you like a hawk

-What's the difference between now and February?

-What do you need to be different in order to start trying?

I pondered these thoughts, and I have to say, one of the biggest reasons is the first one. For those of you who really know me, you pretty much know that if you tell me what to do, I'm going to do the opposite. (stop pressuring me!) I don't quite know how everyone who interacts with me hasn't figured out that reverse psychology works wonders with me(there's your tip of the day), but the thought of doctors who don't know me constantly telling me what to do did not sit well at all.

I decided that I, in fact, would NOT make the trip to Walgreen's to pick up my pills. Done. I called Shawn on the way home and informed him of this. The conversation went something along the lines of:

Me: "Babe, I just want to let you know I'm coming straight home and I'm not going to Walgreen's to pick up my pills."

Shawn: "Ok. What do you mean?"

Me: "I was supposed to pick up my pills yesterday, and I never did, but I've decided I'm not going to pick them up."

Shawn: "So, you're just going to not take them?"

Me: "That's correct."

Shawn: "Ok, pm. Is this something we should talk about?"

Me: "We can talk about it, but I'm not picking them up."

Shawn: "Ok, pm."(he says this often)

Not really all that rattled, I thought, "why not?!" We were going to start trying in February anyway, and I couldn't ward him off any longer. Shawn has been ready whenever, and pretty much left it up to me. Besides, I'm going to be 34 (at that time) and for all we know, it could take us months, so what's the difference (as the girls pointed out)?

Shawn and I talked for a few minutes, and there you go, we decided we were going to start trying! I pointed out that I did NOT want to be one of these crazy preconception people who had the calendar in front of them at all times and anticipating the ovulation dates. (stop pressuring me!) I also did not want to tell anyone, because I didn't want people to be concerned (read: annoying) and constantly asking me "Are you pregnant yet?!" I know they mean well, but people just truly do not understand how annoying and intrusive they can actually be.

Well...guess what...I couldn't stop telling people, and I was actually looking forward to my birthday, because I was scheduled to ovulate between September 6th-10th. Perfect! I couldn't stop talking about it, and in fact, I kept saying "Let's just DO this already!!!" Impatient chicken at it's finest. Shawn pointed out how romantic I was (not) being. I couldn't help it! Once I took the plunge it felt so liberating, that all I wanted was to hurry up and get pregnant.

Three weeks later...I was pregnant. Go figure. People kept saying it's because I'm Hispanic. Not sure how to take that, but made me chuckle nonetheless. Shawn pointed out the strength and determination of his parts. I would say that both of us were pretty proud of ourselves for being in our (ahem) mid-30's and gettin' the job done. We are, after all, pretty competitive. Boom goes the dynamite!

There you have it. That is pretty much how it all went down. I didn't wait until February, but have any of you ever really known me to wait patiently for ANYTHING?!

P.S. I so did not wait until February 7th

oops....

Back in the Saddle

Seriously? I haven't written an entry since June?! What is wrong with me?!?! I have SO many random thoughts to share with all 7 of you that occasionally read this thing. Fortunately, I'm great at taking notes on my handy iPhone using the "Notes" application. I use this for meetings at work sometimes, and I have to announce it to everyone or they'll think I'm being rude by texting or typing emails. Get with the now people. Technology and the iPhone notes app was invented for a reason. Who needs a paper and pen anymore?

Anyway, like I said, I have so many random thoughts to share. I guess my excuse for not writing is that I got a new sales boss and then football season, and oh ya, I got pregnant...which...was not awesome for the first trimester, and now I fully understand why women drop off the face of the earth for the entire time. Not that I did, but never will I ever judge them again. The kid's not even here yet!

So, I've been taking all these notes and looking back at them now, I have absolutely no idea what on earth they mean. For example, the first one states "Alison Mikki Moore and guys with hair". Huh?! Who is Alison? Iraheta? I guess I was still on an AI kick?

Since none of that will make sense to anyone, I will go on a rant about Tiger Woods, even though I don't believe that he deserves any of my time, yet, I can't seem to escape the ridiculous statement he made yesterday and join the ranks by giving my (what I believe is valuable) two cents. Here's a statement Tiger "I'm an undeserving a-hole." Seriously? We need ALL this coverage to talk about Tiger and the fact that he likes to - ahem - "have infidelities" (read: bang) with "other women" (read: money-grubbing slutty porn stars) and the like? (I'm about to be a mother, I should stop talking like that, doubtful.) He better be glad he's not married to me. God bless Elin. I hope she's having lots of affairs with multiple cabana boys. Tiger - please go back to your fantasy sex world and leave us regular humans alone! I'm hoping that this was his kryptonite, and suddenly, his magical golf powers will disappear and then prove all of those annoying analysts like Rick Reilly that he in fact will NOT come back strong, lose it, and fall off the face of the earth.

In the background I have Anna Lynne McCord talking about eating Taco Bell. With sour cream. Questionable. Being pregnant is awesome.

Today, I am off to a baby shower. Now that I'm having one, I'm actually excited about it. As much as I hate to be one of those "wait until you have a baby" people, I really am one of them now. They suck you in with their tractor beams and force you to become one of them! I actually had fun picking out Johnson's Baby Magic products and deciding which washcloths would be the best for my friend's new baby boy. Yes, I'm even looking forward to the games. What has happened to me?! Mind you, none of this occurred before pregnancy. I've always been one to absolutely dread baby showers. As much as I love my friends and their babies, how is it fun for someone who isn't pregnant or never had a baby to sit for 3-4 hours, play silly games, and watch someone open foreign gifts all the while thinking about the million other things they have to get done or could do with a Saturday? How painful! The least they can do is serve some good champagne. I don't blame y'all for dreading it, as I did, and still sometimes do, but just have mercy on these poor souls. Pregnancy does a number on you. Just try to be mindful that it is only temporary. (That's what I tell Shawn every day)