That's right....I'm PREGNANT!!!!
Just over 8 weeks making the little one due around Aug 6.
I'm sooo looking forward to those hot mama maternity bathing suits....ha!
Since we'd been trying for a few months I pretty much knew when Aunt Flo was due. After 2 months in a row of seeing that big fat ugly negative pregnancy test I promised myself I would NOT test until I was officially late. All of this was to happen while we were in Ohio for Thanksgiving...so the plan was, if nothing appeared by the time we got home Sunday, I'd test. Well the Tuesday before rolled around and I totally caved. BFN....again. Great...on to month #4. I'm infertile and never having children. (It's amazing how dramatic you can get over one little line) Heartbroken I shuffle off to work.
Wednesday comes and goes, we fly off to Ohio. No Aunt Flo. Thanksgiving comes and goes. Still no Aunt Flo. Ok lady...now you're officially late and kind of a beotch. Friday the hubs and I are running errands and he tells me to just buy another test. So I do. They say early on it's most effective first thing in the morning...so you can imagine how well I slept that night. Not a wink. At 4:30 or 5 Saturday morning I finally just say screw it and head to my mother in laws bathroom, pee stick in hand. As I sit there waiting for it to cook I start to see the faintest of second lines appearing. I must be seeing things. But then clear as day, there they are....two lines. OMG! I run back to our room, whisper shouting to my husband....
"There's two lines, there's two lines!!"
(remember it's like 4:30 in the morning)
He finally wakes up and is like,
"Huh? Two lines....I'm not on your side of the bed"
"NO! (as I'm waving the stick in his face) TWO LINES!"
".....STFU, does it count? The line isn't as dark as the other"
"Yep, a line is a line, I'm totally pregnant"
He smiled really big and gave me hug. Then went back to bed. I on the other hand was now wide awake.
So far I've been feeling pretty good. The nausea kicked in around week 6 and lasts a good portion of the day which is great fun. Whoever called it morning sickness never actually experienced it! I keep my energy through the day, but by the time I get home I crash and count down the hours till I can go to bed, usually I give in around 9. My pants are still fitting, I've actually managed to lose 4 pounds which I attribute to my loss of sweet tooth. Yes folks, the sugarholic now has no desire for sweets at all, especially chocolate. We've had a bag of Hershey's mint chocolate in our house for weeks and I ate maybe 2 Christmas cookies. It's weird and something I hope lasts well past pregnancy!
It's been killing me not to tell all of you, but we were waiting until Christmas to spill the beans to our family and both moms are frequent blog readers. So alas I've had to wait what feels like forever! Everyone was thrilled with the news...especially since this will be the first grandchild on both sides!