We’ve got it!

A heartbeat that is! Woo-hoo! There are never any guarantees, of course, but it was wonderful to hear that little swish, swish, swish.

I am 11 weeks 2 days today.

Oh the bliss of a satisfied craving …

I grew up in a small town and went to many, many church basement suppers. A staple at these suppers was hotdish, which you likely call casserole.

A dish that was always there was a rather bland mixture of hamburger, macaroni noodles, and tomato sauce. My mother, actually my whole family, hated it; I loved it.

I have been in search of this recipe for years. Some people called the hotdish goulash, but it was nothing like the goulash recipes I looked at. Friends would tell me their mother had the recipe, but I never actually got it from anyone.

Anyway, my desire for this comfort food kind of went up and down. But with this pregnancy, I decided I MUST HAVE THIS HOTDISH. NOW!

So, back to the Internet I went. I searched and searched and finally came across the Goddess at A Fridge Full of Food. I e-mailed her and she got back to me with lightening speed … AND the recipe.

Schwing!

I’m thinking of leaving Norman for her.

Anyway … I couldn’t make it right away, becauses there were sautéed onions involved and I thought I might barf at the smell of those. (See previous post about hating all smells.) But the other day I finally made it and …

IT.WAS.HEAVEN!

Just liked I remembered it from years before.

It was almost as good as the pint of vanilla swiss almond Häagen-Dazs ice-cream that I hid in the back of the freezer and selfishly ate all by myself.

Oh, like you wouldn’t do it.

What is that SMELL

Oh, I know, it is everything. It’s the coffee, the toast, the car exhaust, the smell of diapers … clean diapers, soap, deodorant, basically … it’s the smell of life.

Every smell on the planet is bothering me. I baked bread and almost hurled from the smell. A smell I normally love.

Pregnancy does weird thigs to a persons body. I know smells definitely bothered me last time, but this time,  holy cow, every single smell in the world makes me sick.

I have dog nose!

And how are you today?

Is sending me an e-mail really that hard

Just a minor vent for today.

For at least a year, maybe closer to two, I have not had my comments coming to my e-mail. I’ve tried in vain to fix it. I’ve changed e-mail accounts, I’ve sent e-mails to wordpress, to no avail.

On the post where I made The Announcement, suddenly all the comments went to my e-mail and I was soooo happy. It makes responding to comments about a hundred times easier for me.

But, alas, the cosmic forces have aligned against me again and the comments are no longer coming through e-mail.

Damn it.

And thus concludes my bitch for today.

All this puking must be good …

Just to let you know that I am still here and, as far as I know, still pregnant.

The lovely thing about The Suckiest Insurance Ever is it’s lovely choice in doctors. I am currently at You Are Only A Number clinic, and it is just lovely.

I know that in most parts of the country it is really common for a doctor to only see you at 12 weeks, but let me tell you I HATE IT. Last time around I saw a doc immediately (the day I called with a positive HPT) and then 4 weeks after that.

I’m just saying that it would be nice to hear a heart beat, that’s all. My theory is that I wouldn’t feel like absolute shit unless everything was going well. Would you like to agree with me even if it is not true? I could use a little reassurance.

I see Dr. You’re So Lucky To Have Me on February 12th, at which time I should be 13 weeks and one day pregnant. Is it just me, or does that seem like a long time to wait for a first appointment?

10 things I got for Xmas

1. delayed at the airport
2. a reminder of how cold 15 below actually is
3. welcome hugs
4. unwelcome hugs
5. dark chocolate
6. extra-dark chocolate
7. butter (seriously)
8. lots of yummy things from Zingermans
9. regifted hand lotion (I gave it to my MIL last year; she gave it to me this year. And yes, I KNOW it was regifted.)
10. a positive home pregnancy test.

For those of you who know me In Real Life* please keep this info to yourself. So far the only people who know are Norman, my doctor’s receptionist, and a couple lab techs. We won’t be telling people for at least another month.

*you know I have Stat Counter, right? You know I know when you visit my site and it is especially obvious when you read me at work. You might think you are lurking, sister and brother-in-law, but I know you are there.