So, I am aware that it has been over a year since my last entry, but truthfully, I really didn't have much to write about. Honestly, I've been in a rut for about a year and a half. I suppose most of you are aware that I was out of a job for almost a year. Some of you probably know that I did finally get a job working for a local bank, and I've been there for just under a year. In those two years, practically nothing has changed. I fell into the doldrums of every day life and somehow got lost in the routine. Now, I say that like it's a bad thing. It wasn't all bad. I had some time to reexamine my life, get on some different and better meds, and finally find some degree of happiness with myself. I even started over on my thesis. I sort of found comfort in the mundane.
That was, until last week. Friday of last week I woke up ill, and spent most of the day fighting a losing battle with my stomach to keep my breakfast/lunch/dinner actually in my body. At first I thought nothing of it. Then I looked at a calendar. That's right. I was anywhere from one day to four days late. Enter the title of this blog. It's not just the one pink line that was the problem. Oh no. It couldn't stop at one. There had to be two. So, all that to say, I am pregnant. Most of you reading this (all two of you) probably already knew that, so I'll spare you the rest of the details.
So now we get to the reason I started posting again. I wanted to keep a record of how I am feeling during the pregnancy, since this is like, the biggest thing to happen to me since I got married. If you will humor me, I would appreciate you tolerating the musings, and possibly, rantings, of an overly-emotional pregnant woman. That is all.
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