It’s been more than 2 months since my last post.  I’m still here.  I’m still alive.  Many, many things have happened.

1.  Yes, we went to Maryland Sheep and Wool.  It was a pretty good time.  I bought lots of yarn, but still came back home with money to spare.  But something started that weekend.

2.  I took a class from Annie Modesitt at my LYS.  The class was for the Cocoon Shrug on the cover of VK a couple of issues back.  But I didn’t enjoy the class as much as I could’ve.

3.  My little sister Lindsey got married in June.  The wedding was beautiful.  But I had a hard time with the bridesmaids dress I was to wear and I missed the rehearsal because of things.

So what started the weekend of MSW?  Why didn’t I enjoy Annie as much as I should’ve?  Why did my bridesmaids dress alteration become a major trauma and why did I miss the rehearsal?

1.  Nausea started the weekend of MSW.

2.  Nausea happened a lot during Annie’s class.

3.  The seamstress was a bitch when I went to get my dress altered, and she asked why I would put on weight.  That I was an inconvenience because they had to rush order me a new top.  Because I’m bustier than normal.

4.  I puked all day we were to be traveling to the rehearsal.

The reason behind all of these things is because I’m now 16 weeks pregnant. 

Our first try with the RE was successful.  Much to everyone’s surprise.  I was convinced that the IUI failed.  I had all my normal PMS symptoms, and I knew that the one drug I had to take (Ovidrel) has a common side effect—making your period several days late.  I took a home pregnancy test and that was negative.  But the blood test at the RE’s office a few days later showed that I was indeed pregnant.  We were extremely cautiously optimistic at first.  When you go through infertility, you expect to get slapped in the face with bad news.  So we had hope that we would be successful, hope that this pregnancy would be healthy.  But we didn’t want to get our hopes up in case we got slapped again.

Now that my OB has declared this to be a perfect pregnancy so far, we are starting to believe that come Christmas time we’ll be parents.  I’m due Christmas Day.  What a present!

The first trimester has been extremely rough.  I had bad morning sickness.  Wanna hear a gross story?  I was on my way to work about 3 weeks ago.  I didn’t feel great, but I didn’t feel like I was going to be sick.  I get on the highway.  And, well, puke happens.  All over me and my car.  At 70 mph.  It’s been almost 2 weeks since I’ve been sick so let’s hope that the morning sickness is over. 

Knitting hasn’t happened at all.  Between the puking and the extreme exhaustion, all I’ve wanted to do in the evening was sleep.  I’m hoping to pick up the needles again and get back into a semi-regular blogging schedule.  I promise it won’t be another 2 months before I post again.  Unless, you know, puke happens.