Today, to celebrate being 5 weeks pregnant, I decided to get a sunburn. Okay, not really much of a decision as an “oops” – I was wearing SPF 55 but apparently I still haven’t clued in that it’s not enough. :/ Seeing how I was in the sun all day with Zoe, in a tank top… well, even the SPF 55 can’t save me from that. My shoulders and upper back are pretty red right now – and pretty darn tender to go with it. I feel like I’ve been seared in a frying pan.

The first half of the day was spent at a farm at a fundraiser for a dog rescue group I volunteer at once in a while. There were several demos of dog sports, lots of cool doggy stuff to buy, a HUGE raffle (which I apparently I didn’t win anything at), a pond for the dogs to swim in (except Zoe, since she’s a fussy pants and doesn’t like getting even her paws wet), food, and lots of dogs. Zoe wasn’t entirely thrilled about the whole thing (she has a social anxiety disorder – heh, runs in the family), and I was sad that Den couldn’t come, but I had fun nonetheless. Zoe behaved herself very well, people were complimenting both her pretty looks and her good manners.

Den is gone for a week, which makes me sad, and I had a jack and jill to attend tonight. So I asked my SIL if she wanted to go. In a way I’m kind of glad Den wasn’t around and got me thinking about SIL…. because we had some really good talks. She’s such a great person, and it was fun to just hang out for a few hours, eat some good food. I found out they’re OTL and going to be trying soon as her husband returns (he’s been sent to another state for a few months), which is kind of exciting to me. Chances are they’ll get pregnant pretty quickly, which means our kids will be less than a year apart. I think it would be totally awesome for them to have a cousin to grow up with!

I am very glad, however, that I only found out that they’re trying now. I don’t know if she didn’t mention it to me earlier because of what we were going through or if it was because I didn’t ask (because of what we were going through!), but knowing before would have seriously upset me. And I know Den thinks that’s silly, that having a baby is never a contest. And it’s not. But you girls know that it can be so hard to watch someone who got married after you and started trying after you get pregnant while you’re still going through failed treatment after failed treatment. It’s not so much that you’re jealous that someone “beat” you – it’s knowing that you’ll have to watch them go through their pregnancy while you still aren’t. And when it’s family it’s nearly impossible to avoid. That’s the tough part.

In any case it was fun to talk to her about things, to laugh about the funny/stupid things our husbands do (we agree that they are far more alike than they care to admit!). When someone else mentioned me working from home after the baby is born and asked if there’s anyone nearby who can babysit, SIL waved her hand in the air and said, “Me! Me!” I know she has a full-time job, so that might not be doable, but it was pretty sweet. :)

The lady who was asking about me working from home, she looked at me and asked me how far along I was. I said, “Only 5 weeks.” She told me that I look pregnant. “Not that you’re fat!” she said. “You just look like… like…” and she made a mimick of sitting up straight and beaming. Last time I saw her at work, she said I look the best she’s ever seen me. So it was a nice compliment.

It still feels weird that people know that I’m pregnant and talk to me about it. And yes, there’s a part of me that wishes we’d waited to tell people so that every time they mentioned it I wouldn’t feel like blurting out, but it’s early yet! However I still can’t imagine keeping this in. How could I go about my daily life and NOT tell people about this amazing thing that’s happened? Even when I see strangers in the store I want to blurt out, “I’m pregnant!”

I ate quite a bit tonight. There was a coleslaw-like dish that was very very yummy. I had three helpings of it. Plus I had a chicken pocket thingie (hard to explain, but it was yummy too) and some chips. And some chicken-and-sauce that was a wee bit too spicy for me. And after eating all of that…. deserts were brought out. I took one very small slice of some kind of lemon loaf and ate that, and then… stopped eating. Can you believe that?? I can’t. (Usually, I have to try a little bit of every kind of desert.) This baby is changing me. Why else wouldn’t I scarf down a whole tablefull of desert?

I was hoping to stay up until Den called to let me know he got in to his hotel okay, but I don’t think I’m going to make it. My shoulders hurt and I’m flat out exhausted. I plan on sleeping in tomorrow.

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Update at 1am: All that good food? Is sitting just below my ribcage. *urp* The pressure up high is making me want to puke. And I wouldn’t even have really been awake to notice this indigestion, if my dog hadn’t woken me up, whining as if she was going to pee on the floor any second now. She wanted a drink of water. Dogs… what can you do. :sigh: