Or, in my case the “Make this post private” button.
If you were around for the overwhelming drama that was my blog this weekend, you may have noticed that the posts that were so very controversial revolving around the telling of my family that I’m pregnant are gone. I would like to say that I put a lot of thought into this decision, but basically I woke up yesterday morning and thought “Eff it. I’m just getting rid of it all.” MOST of what was there was wonderful, positive, supportive, and affirmative words from my bloggy friends. But those few hateful comments just left a bad taste in my mouth. So It’s gone. I can still see it if I want to, I made it private rather than deleting, but for the sake of the rest of the internet, it’s gone.
In other news, my morning sickness is back. Or at least it has been for the last few days. I feel exceptionally good that I haven’t had to call in sick for work because of morning sickness and I’m almost 11 weeks. I’ve been able to manage it pretty well. But today is a day that I might not have minded calling in if we had the staff to manage it. But that’s okay. No one wants to be that person who calls in sick after a holiday. And tomorrow I have LITERALLY six hours of meetings in a nine hour day. It might be time to break out the zofran, lest I vomit all over the conference room. I did finally take one Friday night because I was extremely close to hurling all over my grandmother’s dining room, and it was time to drive home and I just didn’t think I could make it without some help.
Zofran is gross by the way. I mean, it works, and FAST, but it’s gross. Gross gross gross.
So anyway, after weeks of being basically morning sickness free, I’m hoping this is just a little push at the end of my first trimester and that it’ll pass soon. Basically I’m too busy for morning sickness. Morning sickness doesn’t seem to care.
Also, last night at dinner my sister called me a “breeder” approximately five times before I told her to stop and called my baby a “larva.” Basically Chief’s blood was boiling by the time we left dinner and I was in tears. At one point Chief said “My wife didn’t get pregnant in a cage. Stop calling her a breeder.” She seriously thinks she can just say whatever she wants, and my parents just find her so charming. When I called my mother about it after dinner she kept saying “Oh, that’s just K.” and when I asked her why on earth that should make it okay for her to be rude she just said “Well she’s never going to change so why bother getting upset about it?” And basically said five million other things to justify why my sister is such a bitch. Finally after arguing with my mother for 30 minutes I just said “You know what? Here’s the bottom line. Chief and I don’t trust her, she treats us badly, and she won’t be allowed one on one time with our child unless that changes. And you and dad will just have to be okay with that, just like I’ve been told I have to be okay with her treating me like the dirt beneath her feet my entire life.” And Chief is in the background going “Yep. We’re done.” To which my mother replied “Well, she won’t have time to babysit for you anyway, so I don’t think that will be an issue.”
Talk about missing the point. So anyway, my Thanksgiving break was FULL of fun. Also, I’m starting to look pregnant. I short of could tell in the last week that I was, but a coworker just said “Whoa, you’re starting to show.” I really thought I was just looking fat but she said that it’s all in my boobs and belly, my face and legs look the same. Anyway, I’m banking on people thinking I just look fat for a few weeks until Chief’s family knows. 11 weeks tomorrow y’all. Let’s hope for less drama this week.