Well let's just say the new First Response tests work. The new 6 days earlier?
Yep. We have a FAINT 2nd pink line.
It's real. The next baby is on the way.
I knew it before I took the test. I just FELT different.
The same thing happened with Bean. I just knew.
I am BEYOND excited. Curious to see how long I can contain this secret.
And no this is not a jager made baby. I know what you're thinking.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Jager is not my friend
We had Bud's work Christmas party over the weekend.
Yes in January - the crazy snow cancelled the original party.
So, I should have prepped more prior to the party. As in eat. Something. Anything.
We headed to town around 5ish. We were staying at a local hotel so we could have a big night out. Dinner was held at Ruth Chris Steakhouse. With an open bar.
Ha. I laugh in the face of danger.
Or not.
I started off with a harmless glass of white wine. I think I ate a passing appetizer. I'm not sure - the wine had already gone to my head.
Dinner began and I had another glass. And lemon drops.
I remember giggling with another couple that we are good friends with at inappropriate times. Like when the company CEO was speaking. Oops.
Anyways turns out we were with a partying group - the company is still small. Everyone knows everyone.
So dinner arrived. I think I ate a bit of steak. A bite of potatoes. Maybe a roll.
We leave the restaurant and go to a bar with said large group. That's when the real drinking commenced. Jager bomb after Jager bomb. I honestly lost count after 8 or so. I was in a contest with another girl.
Oh the stupid things we do when drinking.
We stumbled to our room around 3. I think I was carried.
I woke around 8am. I prayed for God to take me. Or give me a new body. Or to have eaten REAL food prior to drinking. Or to have not had a drinking contest to see who could drink more bombs in the shortest amount of time.
I never got sick. I wanted too. Badly. I sat in the shower under hot water for so long I am shocked that I didn't use all of the water in the hotel. Everything smelled like Jager.
Bud was struggling too. We managed to dress and check out of the hotel. Somehow we could not find the interstate to get home. We drove in circles for an hour.
Came home and napped with the baby.
I vow to NEVER do that again. Ever. My body can't handle it. Poor liver.
Yes in January - the crazy snow cancelled the original party.
So, I should have prepped more prior to the party. As in eat. Something. Anything.
We headed to town around 5ish. We were staying at a local hotel so we could have a big night out. Dinner was held at Ruth Chris Steakhouse. With an open bar.
Ha. I laugh in the face of danger.
Or not.
I started off with a harmless glass of white wine. I think I ate a passing appetizer. I'm not sure - the wine had already gone to my head.
Dinner began and I had another glass. And lemon drops.
I remember giggling with another couple that we are good friends with at inappropriate times. Like when the company CEO was speaking. Oops.
Anyways turns out we were with a partying group - the company is still small. Everyone knows everyone.
So dinner arrived. I think I ate a bit of steak. A bite of potatoes. Maybe a roll.
We leave the restaurant and go to a bar with said large group. That's when the real drinking commenced. Jager bomb after Jager bomb. I honestly lost count after 8 or so. I was in a contest with another girl.
Oh the stupid things we do when drinking.
We stumbled to our room around 3. I think I was carried.
I woke around 8am. I prayed for God to take me. Or give me a new body. Or to have eaten REAL food prior to drinking. Or to have not had a drinking contest to see who could drink more bombs in the shortest amount of time.
I never got sick. I wanted too. Badly. I sat in the shower under hot water for so long I am shocked that I didn't use all of the water in the hotel. Everything smelled like Jager.
Bud was struggling too. We managed to dress and check out of the hotel. Somehow we could not find the interstate to get home. We drove in circles for an hour.
Came home and napped with the baby.
I vow to NEVER do that again. Ever. My body can't handle it. Poor liver.
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