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Bureaucracy

It has been a long two days of hard tedious work changing my maiden name. A name that I’ve tried to not associate myself with, yet, these past few days have proven otherwise. I have gone through an emotional rollercoaster, of excitement in taking my husbands last name, lament in letting go of my maiden name and a river of tears. My tears are from letting go of course! My maiden name has the past, my past, a happy high school and college (single life) past, a past lived only by me and my maiden name, My Maiden name. Lament, a gut wrenching tear jerking uncompromising feeling.

After a few tears and a hardy lunch I came to my rational and was able to conclude that my fear of letting go was due to a gut wrenching feeling of (what else?) hunger. A sweet iced tea and some chicken gave me the strength to come to grips with my future, no, OUR future.
The technicalities of changing my maiden name have been quite intriguing. The DMV demanded that my last name was to not have a space due to the ability of self changing my name by adding an extra letter> This of course was just a small precaution, you know, just in case I decide to become a felon and attempt to change my identity.

Oh and then there was the social security office to whom I had to argue and prove that my name was accidentally changed by a big haired bimbo in Austin who couldn't spell an uncommon name. (airhead) (grrr) There were no problems at the immunization office, only a minor setback on my behalf for not being up to date with my immunizations. It wasn’t until then that I learned the degree of danger I had put myself in, in not having my immunizations up to par. Thank Goodness I haven’t stepped on any rusty nails, because the idea of having uncontrollable muscle spasms that are capable of breaking my neck or back are not what I want and honestly its not attractive. Who wants to be all spastic and die because your body took in bacteria and could not fight it…? Uh Me!!

Pregnancy?

To be or not to be pregnant that is my question. It is safe to say that as of November of last year my husband and I decided to quit using protection "cold turkey" although there we're concerns and questions about the non use of protection, we obliged. We figured God will bless us with a Zygote to a fetus, blossoming baby to a new born... (Out of breath) when he deems time. I mean c'mon life is a miracle and a woman’s body is forever changing. Especially mine I've been going through stress related period changes.
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I have not had a period from August until November 16 of last year I skipped December and I squirted some blood yesterday which ironic enough was my brothers 30th birthday (sweet). I figured it was my menstrual cycle since I had the traditional non cramping cold feet and juiciness which you women know that I know that it happens to a few of us. I think the juiciness is a pre period; I'm going to start right now so you better run to the restroom warning. Which I of course responded to my body with a “you better hold on until the end of class or else I'll never understand algebra again!” So I waited until I got home and bambooza a squirt (darn, no sexy time). I Also contemplated on the squirt of blood being from the rectum, you know, constipation hard poop, but you never know. I know it takes about 5 days for the sperm to race to the spankalishous egg and then having a squirt of blood which is a “possible” confirmation of the penetration of the sperm into the ovum. Weird huh? Kind of like losing my virginity again. Awesome! NE who I will soon find out if I have enough did put if I have enough HCG for the KFC to make some chicken and to confirm a pregnancy..

Well, the results are in… drum roll PLEASE….. And it’s a……....................................................................................
One line… ugh….well 158th time should be a charm… but who is counting right…?


1 year and 3 months later, I am officially pregnant