I'm that girl

If anyone wants to know what its like to live with me at the moment then by all means go and read this article by Rebecca Woolf, The Girl Who Cried Pregnant. Everything in my life at the moment can somehow be attributed to my unconfirmed pregnancy. Everything makes me believe I'm pregnant and everything completely unrelated is... wait, yes, that's a pregnancy sign! Anger? Pregnant. Headache? Pregnant. Slightest bout of nausea? Pregnant. Last week when I pushed the WalMart cart into the return without first retrieving my purse? Pregnant. PREGNANT! Liz, want a beer? Um, hello, pregnant women can't drink!

Hoping and trying for a baby makes it completely unbearable to sit around and wait and see if it worked. Patience has never been a virtue of mine in all my 24 years of life and being patient isn't going to get any easier. How on earth do those woman from I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant not know they were pregnant?? Why can't I sit back, relax and eat jar full of pickles unsuspiciously until one day when I'm using the bathroom a head pops out? Why can't we all be that lucky?

Guy said, do you think about anything besides being pregnant? Um, of course I do, don't be ridiculous. I think about delivery, maternity leave, late-night feedings, umbilical cords, tiny little shoes, baby acne... I THINK ABOUT IT ALL. All of it. Every detail.

I will say that it does not give me any sort of relief what-so-ever when I am completely and utterly exhausted and I am so not kidding about this, my stomach has grown - no joke! Maybe its too many twizzlers but seriously, its bigger. Oh, and lets add in AF delaying her arrival by four days and counting (with a negative hpt). Fuel, this is the fire, meet.