Deliriously Jazzed

This photo I took of myself 1 minute after I found out I was pg with munchito crunchito. Can you see it in the sparkle in my eye? I was at my dining room table on 9th street on my computer (probably googling myself) and I stood up to go pee and instantly felt woozy and dizzy and had to sit down again. I have a strong constitution so fainting spells never happen to me, although I like to think that I'm the sort of wounded, delicate type that they do afflict. I just knew something was going on immediately. I ran down to the pharmacy on Ave. A, the whole time thinking OMG, OMG, I think I'm pregnant. Sort of giggly and elated with butterflies in my stomach. Sure enough, I got a + on the stick and I teared up, right there on the terlit thinking that my dreams were coming true. I was going to have a daughter ( I knew it was a girl) named boo-boo kitty that I could go shopping with! Finally. I remember thinking, "now my real life begins." I waited to tell hubs until he got home and then we kept mum for months. That was hard and kind of lonely. I felt sick a lot and didn't socialize as I normally do. I started watching the Sopranos from the beginning on DVD and became so involved with them that I dreamed about Carmela and would walk down the street thinking about how Adriana could get out of that outrageous FBI predicament. I craved French Toast constantly and slept 'til I could sleep no more. Gav didn't really want me to work too hard so I could just concentrate on growing a scrunch. Um, OK! What a guy.