What am I doing amongst the fall verge and splendor? Well, I’m just kind of hanging out and thinking about a WHOLE bunch of stuff. (STUFF YOU WILL WANT TO KNOW, so if I were you I’d just look at the eleventyhundred photos and listen to the rambling because dude…it’s big news. Trust me.)
(I’m really much more excited to be here than I look, promise
What? You like the outfit? Why THANK YOU.
I got it at Target. No, not in the town where I live. That would be far too easy. We don’t have a Target in Cache Valley because then we couldn’t have TWO Wal-Marts and people would be WAY too happy and excited and if you give people too much they get spoiled and bitch and moan and start wanting things like alternative energy sources and world peace. And hell YES, having a Target is right up there with free health care, education and sanitary water. Geesh, to hear you talk you’d think that I was a shallow person that gets all caught up in buying attractive clothing and home furnishings at reasonable prices at the same place they can get gourmet baguettes.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. My outfit.
Well, I have been wearing it a LOT lately. It just sort of happened. I was wearing it when I found something out and well…I kept wearing it to tell everyone I knew and so, dude. I totally had to wear it today to share the news with all of you.
What?? What is that????? You’d love to hear my news BUT IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE POSTED THAT YOU DON’T REMEMBER MY NAME??!!
Oh my FREAK. It’s not like I’ve been gone THAT long, ok? Alright, alright, I’ll appease you and play along. (Sigh.) “HI THERE, LONG LOST BLOGGITY FRIENDS THAT I HAVE DEARLY MISSED!!!!! It’s me, Loralee. You remember, that dorkish, somewhat charmingly awkward blogger from Logan that has been MIA most of the month of September.”
Yes, I thought you might.
What? What was that? You remember her because she wrote this long, gut-wrenching emotional post and then proceeded to leave it up just hanging there for days and days and DAYS without putting everyone out of their misery and posting something that didn’t make people want to curl in the fetal position and sob with angst while throwing Prozac and tissues at themselves????
Ah. Sorry about that. I’m so embarrassed.
I will apply ye olde Jedi mind torture on her as punishment.
Does that appease you?
DAMN. Well, I guess you can’t please everyone all of the time, right???
Now I’m bummed because I have a really, really, really good reason for leaving all that sadness up there for so long. So much has happened and it has had me running 24/7 for a couple of days.
I suppose I should just get on with it and tell you the news already, huh??
Let me say that again for anyone who missed it:
I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT! PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!I’M PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I am nothing if not dramatic.)
I found out Sunday afternoon. I’m due June 3rd.
It was a shock. It was the one month that we weren’t trying. It’s a lot to take in, believe you me. Given Matthew’s anniversary last week, it has gone from one extreme of emotions to the other in the blink of an eye.
There is a whole lot about me being pregnant that is very scary and complicated and terrifying. I have deep tender, serious feelings that I will probably share later, but right now I have to make this funny or I will probably curl up and be overwhelmed with emotion and the worry and fear will creep in.
Being pregnant after your last baby died and having major medical issues is a lot to deal with.
I don’t want to think about that right now because at this moment I AM OVER THE MOON with excitement.
I know I am the queen of pessimistic that is not all that enamored with God for the last 5 years or so and I am not sure if it makes me a complete hypocrite to say, but today, right now, this very moment? God is good.
I am happy and have hope in a way I never thought I’d be again.
I feel blessed. So blessed. So grateful. So hopeful. SO HAPPY.
P.S. I’m sorry to take you all on such a ride of extremes with these last two posts.
P.P.S. Oh, and in case you’re wondering- yes. My magical boobies were a huge indicator in realizing I am pregnant.
P.P.P.S And they hurt.
P.P.P.S. They are still magical, though. Have NO doubt about that.
P.P.P.P.S. They will just have to be referred to as “Magical MATERNITY boobies”. Which are just the upgraded, more awesome version of the other model.
P.P.P.P.P.S I know this post is totally odd. Can I blame it on hormones??? ;)