Where the hell have I been?

In a morning sickness induced coma! Yes, after a year of resistance, a little bit of persuasion and a MAJOR weak moment, I surrendered!

Although, we were totally conscious of what we were doing, no birth control and a fertility monitor "fertile alert", we were surprised to find out that our little rendezvous worked. We had actually been tinkering with the idea for a little while and made the decision that if it didn't happen, then it'd be okay. We decided that we wouldn't become obsessed with getting knocked up, by going through testing and medication, blah, blah, blah and I was fine with that because the idea of turning my cycles and sex life into a project didn't seem to be a desirable route, to me!

Anyway, enough about the logistics, I am with child, and I am out of my coma, still can't believe I was dumb enough to go through this again, but I am hopeful for great results. Now that I am physically feeling better, I am working on my mental state. I keep thinking over and over about my nightmare skiing experience. (A little insight into my skiing adventure: It was 2 years ago, I got removed from my beginner lesson and placed in private lessons for special needs skiers and completely humiliated by 2 and 3 year olds who skied better than I did, with pacifiers in their mouths. I actually got escorted off the slopes by ski patrol because I slammed into a barrier and knocked out a staff member.) I cried to the warden the other day about my fears and he tried to make me feel better and I told him I felt like having another one feels like he's asking me to go skiing again.

I'll be okay, there's no turning back now, the next challenge is how in the hell do we tell the munchkin that he will soon have a sidekick? He gets pissed when I buy other kid's birthday gifts. He actually gets a little miffed when the warden and I hug too long. We'll figure that out another day!