The Real Bean: Symptoms, you ask?

Thursday, August 4

Symptoms, you ask?

Tingly boobs? Check.
Cramping? Some.
Occasional heartburn/nausea? Yes. Not as much now as a few days ago. Trying not to read too much into that.
Appetite? Quite ravenous.
Desire to pee on a stick? Very very strong.
Willpower to prevent myself from doing so? Still present! We'll see if I can make it past the weekend.

. . .

My actual pregnancy test is on Monday. I'm taking it as a sign that Tate has taken to crossing his fingers over the past few days--he's right there with us, crossing all crossables and hoping to get lucky this time around!

3 comments:

CeCe said...: FINGERS CROSSED!!! :); 4:26 PM
Kerry said...: Hi, Brenna,
Thanks for the update! I've been thinking about you a lot since your last post. I commented thee, but I don't see it. .?
I'm crossing all I've got over here. Can't wait to hear the news Monday! That would make you 4w2d, right?; 9:57 PM
SUSI said...: Crossing fingers and toes and will teach Max tomorrow to do the same. Sending good vibes for the weekend.

Hugs,
Susi; 10:22 PM

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Why "The Real Bean"?

When I was a little girl, my parents called me Brenna Bean. And Bean Bean. And Beanie. And Beaner. The name stuck throughout childhood; in fact, here's a message my dad left on my answering machine at some point during my first year of college (to get the full effect, you have to imagine the following in a deep, Southern baritone--i.e., Hi=Hah and Byron=Barn): "Hah? Hello? This is Barn, callin' to talk to mah daughter, Beeean Beeeeean. Beanie? You thare?" That was played back to me about 47 times by my delighted roomate.

"Bean" is passed down through generations, because our first dog became known as Sierra Bean when she was a puppy. I often refer to her as the bean dog, the bean or beaner.

I called the boys the beans when they were growing inside.

On this blog, I occasionally spill the beans.

A message board I used to visit for women trying to conceive propagated the phrase "sticky bean," which refers to a baby. As in, "I hope you get your sticky bean soon!," which means, "I hope you get pregnant and the baby sticks around." (I'm not making that up. And as much as "sticky bean" makes me think of an asian dessert or a mexican side dish, I wouldn't mind having another one of the small human variety some day.)

Anyway, the reasons for "The Real Bean" are many. Because after all, who doesn't like beans? Well, my dad actually. He hates them. But don't read too much into that.

Thursday, August 4

Symptoms, you ask?

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