Ringing in 2010

My sister threw a New Year's Party and the theme was absynthe. I remember trying to decide if I was going to join the celebration or not. I remember thinking...
"I don't know if I really am pregnant or not, but this could be the last party I drink at for a year"
My plan was to avoid the absynthe - just in case I was knocked up and wormwood could cause miscarriage.

I DIDN'T plan on drinking myself into a drooling black-out disaster...

but I did.

I wish I'd made a better decision that evening.

I wasn't the first and won't be the last woman to have done that and there is nothing I can do to change it now. What I have read up on the matter seems to all agree that the real concern is continuing to drink through the pregnancy. No problem there, so I think all is well.

Dream 1 - the egg

After Christmas I dreamed of conception. I don't remember the day exactly and I just dismissed it knowing I'd just feel foolish later if I told anyone and nothing came of it.

It was just a scene from Innerspace or a Discovery Channel special about an egg and splitting cells.

We had officially 'pulled the goalie' the month prior and this was my first natural cycle. I was diagnosed with endometriosis when I was only 16 and since then I spent years adjusting to idea I might never have kids. By 35 I had been on the pill more that half my life to help manage the disease and I pretty much convinced myself I was infertile.

I figured we had a long wait ahead of us if parenthood was even in the cards at all.

I was wrong, but my dream was right.

Getting started.

My father has been encouraging me to keep a journal of my experiences. I don't assume that anyone will find this journal anything but a self indulgent collection of complaints and gushiness, but I actually think it will be nice to write it all down. I'm not sure if I will ever share the link or let anyone I actually know read this... we'll see.