In my family and in my life, things are best left to be done last minute. Got a project due tomorrow that you have known about for two weeks? Need to pass a final that is tomorrow and you haven't started studying? Find out you are 30 weeks pregnant? Yeah, that is how I roll.
Let me tell you the story of Monkey (my four year old boy). Back in May 2006, about two days after I graduated college, I was laying on the bed watching TV. I felt something move in my stomach. It kinda felt like bubbles, but it wasn't a sensation I have ever felt. So, I sent DBH over to Walgreens to get a pregnancy test. Positive. Ok, so I was pregnant. The thing was, I wasn't supposed to be able to GET pregnant. I have PCOS which is an infertility disorder (and keeps me from ovulating). I was always told I could get pregnant with "help" but it would be hard for me to carry a pregnancy to term. Since I am a bigger lady, I couldn't tell I was pregnant by looking.
One week later I finally get a sonogram done. The results? I am about 30 weeks along. They don't really know my exact due date, but I am told the middle/end of August. Yeah. Panic.
Well, it wasn't the middle of August, heck it wasn't even the middle or the beginning of August. Monkey decided to come at the end of JULY. So, I knew I was pregnant for six weeks. I will wait while you process that information.
Back with me? Yes, six weeks after finding out I was pregnant and graduating college I had a newborn. Thank goodness I actually managed to graduate first! lol Monkey was born weighing 6 lbs 11 oz. and said to be four weeks early. Mom tends to think he was a little earlier than that. But, who am I to know?
I am sure Monkey will carry on the family tradition of procrastination. After all, he did wait until six weeks before being born to let me know he was in there.
Let me tell you the story of Monkey (my four year old boy). Back in May 2006, about two days after I graduated college, I was laying on the bed watching TV. I felt something move in my stomach. It kinda felt like bubbles, but it wasn't a sensation I have ever felt. So, I sent DBH over to Walgreens to get a pregnancy test. Positive. Ok, so I was pregnant. The thing was, I wasn't supposed to be able to GET pregnant. I have PCOS which is an infertility disorder (and keeps me from ovulating). I was always told I could get pregnant with "help" but it would be hard for me to carry a pregnancy to term. Since I am a bigger lady, I couldn't tell I was pregnant by looking.
One week later I finally get a sonogram done. The results? I am about 30 weeks along. They don't really know my exact due date, but I am told the middle/end of August. Yeah. Panic.
Well, it wasn't the middle of August, heck it wasn't even the middle or the beginning of August. Monkey decided to come at the end of JULY. So, I knew I was pregnant for six weeks. I will wait while you process that information.
Back with me? Yes, six weeks after finding out I was pregnant and graduating college I had a newborn. Thank goodness I actually managed to graduate first! lol Monkey was born weighing 6 lbs 11 oz. and said to be four weeks early. Mom tends to think he was a little earlier than that. But, who am I to know?
I am sure Monkey will carry on the family tradition of procrastination. After all, he did wait until six weeks before being born to let me know he was in there.
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