**SURPRISE**

AKA: Best April Fool's joke ever. . . (I'll explain later)

My life has been full of surprizes lately. . .

Surprize #1 I'm writing a blog post!

#2 Because of a really spiritual experience, I was sure I was pregnant back at the end of Jan, but the tests came back neg.

#3 I got down to my pre-Lolly weight again! (If only pre-Lolly was the same as pre-Enoch/Nana)

#4 I gained 5lbs back, and I'm betting on gaining more :P.

#5 Both of our cars died on the same day.

#6 The Lord loves us. (Maybe shouldn't be surprizing, but sometimes it is. . . )

#7 I've been facing impossibly problematic bloating and inexplicable sleep needs. (It's been bad. Robert had to push me out of the bed one morning--it was horrible.)

#8 I'm starting to doubt the competency of both birth control and pregnancy tests. I'm not sure why I use either of them ;D.

#9 I'm over 3 months pregnant! (Don't feel bad if you didn't know--I just found out a few weeks ago myself.) (Oh, and in case you've lost count--that's #4 for us.)

Happy Mother's Day Everyone!

I Am Stinkin' Mad--and It's Making Me Dizzy

So far my pregnancy has been pretty awesome. I wasn't super morning sick--Robert knows how to ease some of the back pain (although my pelvis has pretty much split in two, and he can't put that back together). I've done better with my weight gain (although technically I should have gained about 3 pounds less--ppphhhht). And I've completely accepted the fact that I waddle, and sometimes I don't look pregnant--just fat. After the first two, I get it. I've even embraced the carpel tunnel (I got that with Enoch--and it's slowly coming back full force--seriously, worst pain ever [yes, it can be comparable to labor--it just doesn't last as long]).

So. . . I was feeling pretty well off. . . WAS. . . This morning one of my biggest pregnancy fears came true. My glucose test came back "slightly elevated" (4 points out of the good range) and they want me to come in for another one. Ugh. My family has diabetes, I have some of the "susceptible" signs, and obviously my optimal BMI and I aren't best friends--in fact, we stay as far away from each other as possible. I started getting extra dizzy a few days ago--I almost called Robert at school to let him know I might faint--so I kind of figured the glucose test might not go well. At least the baby's probably okay. I just want to be able to drink as much orange juice as I want without getting dizzy--and I'm already a fainter.

Okay, Complain, Complain, Complain. . . I was bound to get diabetes some day--might as well be now. I'm not even sure I have it yet. I shouldn't freak out right now. I'll freak out Monday--I'll probably know by then.

It's A. . .

Mystery. . . still. We went in for the second sonogram today--to check on the spine (and hopefully find out the gender). This time it looked a lot more like a girl--there was a brief glimps at what could have been genitals, but whether or not they were separated. . . well, it beats me, and it beats the technician too. She tried really hard to figure it out for us--and she wasn't training anyone this time. Robert still thinks it's a boy. I would like a girl. I'm going to say it's a girl. . . the technician said, "I'm leaning towards girl." And it kind of freaks me out a little to think that I'm growing boy parts inside of me--so. . . it's a girl. It can be whatever it is supposed to be when it comes out, but right now. . . GIRL.