My dear neglected blogging buds! So sorry to have forsaken you for this long. Let me 'splain... 2 weeks ago I hurt my back. It was so stupid! I was just sitting there, hunched over and eating my cheerios. Well, I have always loved cereal, and I guess I must've been eating a little too vigorously (?) because I had a sharp shooting pain in my back that almost crippled me. This kind of thing happens to me about twice a year. Sharp pain during normal movement, followed by not being able to stand up straight for about a week (running is out of the question), and then I go back to normal. Weirdness! Anyway, the chiro got me all fixed up and I healed, and then I went to Texas the next week. And then this week I've been lazy. So that sums up the last 2 1/2 weeks of my life.
The most important thing that happened in that time period, though, was my 2nd ultrasound. This is where those of you who don't want to know personal details should just tune out...
I was soooo nervous on the way to the appointment. (You'll remember that in the first ultrasound they couldn't "find" the baby, and had scheduled me for a recheck.) The more I thought about all the complicated processes that have to work flawlessly to result in a living child, the more likely it seemed that this was probably not going to work out (jaded? I guess so. I've had it not work out several times.) So I steeled myself. I was NOT going to cry...not in the office, anyway. I knew exactly what it would be like...the ultrasound tech would be quiet, she would say she couldn't tell me anything and that the doctor would explain the results to me. I'd be sent out into the waiting room--a room FULL of gloriously pregnant women and ladies with newborns...and I would just sit there and NOT cry. Just read a magazine and wait for the Doctor to call me in and talk about my "options." And I would be tough, I would be so stoic that she would wonder if I had wanted the pregnancy at all. Then I would go home and cry for the rest of the day and try to resurface after a day or so. I ran over this plan several times on the way there. But I was not prepared for what actually happened:
I laid on that table, with my heart rate around 200 bpm, and the ultrasound tech immediately said "oh! Here's the heartbeat." A tiny fluttering sound filled the tiny, dark room and it was just like a poorly built wall in my chest came crumbling down and my traitor eyes started brimming over. The best laid plans.... Can a little blob with a big head and a heart be cute? Yes it can. That's because children are made of more than just a finite number of cells. Children, and babies especially, are also made up of love.
So I am pregnant now, officially! Yea! Unfortunately, this leaves my Del Sol Relay team in a lurch. There's no way I'm going to run 15 miles or so in February. So any of you who would like to be part of the amazing Ragnar Relay down here in Arizona (I am especially looking at you, Bonnie, or you, Shauna) please contact Burt McCumber or Camille (both on the blog) and let them know. It is a fun team with lots of spirit. They get together to socialize and stuff all the time. You won't regret it!
P.S. HELP HELP HELP! I haven't run for 2 1/2 weeks and I've wimped out exponentially during that time. I know I'll feel better if I run, but I haven't been able to drag myself out yet, and I am concerned that I am going to become a permanent fixture on the couch if I do not break the cycle soon. | 