Alex and I had a doctor appointment this morning. I’ve gained six pounds overall since May. I’ve always been short – about 5’1″. And sort of waifish. At the end of May I weighed 113 pounds. Today I weighed 119 pounds. We go to hear the heartbeat which was exciting! It is hard to imagine that there is a new life in their! In eleven more weeks we get to have an ultrasound!
It is amazing how much life can change in the blink of an eye. It has been eight months now since Alex and I married. I’ve become an avid backpacker. I’m in my third semester of grad school (if you count the summer). We’ve moved to an apartment closer to campus. Alex has started grad school. His daughter has moved in with us.
Oh yeah. Did I mention I was pregnant? Did I mention Alex’s daughter is pregnant?
Chaos does not begin to describe life right now.
Everything started back in May. Between classes and teaching, Alex and I were having a hard time finding time to be together. The problem was the drive time to campus. The solution was simple, at least in Alex’s mind. Sell the house and move. So we did. We decided to rent a two bedroom apartment near campus. A lot *nicer* apartment than the one I had as a starving student. We even have a garage. I didn’t know apartments had garages!
Then we went backpacking for three weeks along the Appalachian Trail once classes were finished. I signed up for a research class that did not actually have a classroom time; an independent study type deal. The next problem came when I realized I forgot my birth control pills. Since I just finished my period a week earlier and have not skipped before, I did not think it was a big deal. Wrong!
Before we learned I was pregnant and after our trip, Alex’s daughter came home for the summer. To stay. Univited. She and her boyfriend had a fight. Over the fact that she was pregnant. Apparently he wanted her to have an abortion. She wanted to get married and have the baby. Unemployed and no where to go, we offered to let her stay. And here she is. Still. She does have a job, a part-time job.
So here we are. One big, happy, dysfunctional family.
Today is another first. Alex and I are going grocery shopping together! Alex is a little over organized in my opinion. He makes a menu out for three weeks, makes a shopping list, and then sorts it by store and location in the store. Plus he likes to cook so the things on the menu are not frozen pizzas or the frozen entrees. He has promised to make me homemade vegetable soup, homemade beef stew, and homemade chili! My cooking skills are limited to microwaveable items and spaghetti.
Alex and I have had sex every day now. We had sex this morning. I have to admit – I love sex. More specifically I love sex with Alex. It hurt some on Wednesday, and I had a little bleeding. After that it has not hurt; quite the opposite. This morning there were a couple of spots on the sheets that looked like blood.
What was special about this morning was we tried oral sex. Alex tried oral sex on me actually. The thought of it was disgusting at first, but I conceded to let him try. At first it was uncomfortable because I thought it was gross. That soon vanished. It was amazing! I told him he was free to do it anytime he wanted!
I will be teaching “College Algebra” on Monday and Wednesday nights. It turns out that my offer to teach was made less out of desperation and more from the recommendations from my undergrad professors. So I was handed a textbook, a syllabus, and well wishes for my success. Monday is my first class, and I’m terrified! I’ve spent most of the morning going through the first few chapters of the book. At least I have the flexibility of making my own tests and homework.
I cancelled my World of Warcraft account. Goodbye forever! With grad school, teaching, and marriage, I don’t know when I’d have time to play. It feels like breaking up with a long-time lover. I’ve spent the last five years playing it…
The first day of class went great. I have a morning class and a night class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Alex has decided to return back to school with me but only take one class. The Tuesday and Thursday night class. I have a morning class on Mondays and Wednesdays.
I have to meet tomorrow to find out my teaching schedule! It turns out a student dropped out at the last moment, and I was asked if I wanted the spot. Free tuition! Both of my classes were small – six people counting myself.
I can’t post much. I already have a Matlab program to work on and a few differential equation problems.
I can’t sleep. It’s a mixture of excitement and pain keeping me awake. Alex and I had sex for the first time eight hours ago. It was my first time.
As strange as it sounds, Alex wanted to wait one week after the wedding to make sure we had made the right decision to get married. I didn’t want to wait. Weird. The girl pressuring the guy for sex. It made sense. Sort of. Alex claimed sex would change everything and cloud our ability to make rational decisions. At first I took it personally. He didn’t find me attractive. After a while I realized he was just trying to make sure I was not having regrets.
The scene was perfect. Dinner by candlelight. Slow dancing in the living room. Alex carrying me to the bedroom where more candles waited with rose petals on the bed and floor. Alex was not in a rush; there was an ample amount of kissing, touching, and cuddling before the big event. I’ve read several sites that recommend “girl on top” for the first time. So we tried it.
Did it hurt? Yes. Not as much as when I broke my arm several years ago but definitely enough to bring tears. Did I bleed? Yes. But not the first time. We had sex again two hours later with Alex on top, and it hurt too and there was more blood. I woke up about an hour ago still hurting a little and unable to fall back asleep.
So there you have it. No more virginity. Did I enjoy it? Overall I would say yes. Did I have an orgasm either time? No. Maybe it was the pain or the nervousness of the situation. Alex, an expert by now on the subject, was even nervous.
I bought a pink satin over the bust corset at a small locally owned lingerie store for tonight’s special event. It is complete with the lace up back. It is definitely not like the tops I bought at Charlotte Russe! The lady at the store took the time to help me practice lacing it myself and then wear it around the store. I went to Victoria Secret first (after all they are known for lingerie), but they did not have any in stock. It cost more than I expected at $173, but I think it was worth it given the special attention I received at the store.
The Taylor’s Series tells us:
and
adding the two together yields:
Notice how odd terms cancel each other which leaves us with:
Combining like terms and simplifying yields:
Now solve for the second derivative:
Truncating the series gives an error of 
The Adventures of the Anachronistic Gurl 