It’s been killing me not to talk about it. I am a sharer by nature; an over-sharer even. I don’t like secrets. I don’t like them at all, which is why I’m going to let you in on mine. I know you will keep it until I’m ready to share it with the rest of the world. You will won’t you?
The following items have been in my life for about a week now:
It would seem that I’ve gone and gotten myself knocked up. I know!
A little more than two weeks ago, I started feeling off. Sore boobs, tired, irritable. I chalked it up to being on the verge of my period, not exactly knowing when I was expecting it because when my phone crashed, I lost all of the data in my handy dandy app. I sort of expected to have my period right around the time of my weekend trip, and I really didn’t give it much thought.
Last Sunday morning, I woke up in our hotel room and felt like balls. I was nauseous like you wouldn’t believe and I knew the 1.5 drinks I’d had weren’t enough to make me feel that way. I got to thinking on my drive home, sure that I was just over-thinking things and that my mind was playing tricks on me–making me feel nauseous, making the food I grabbed taste horrible and so on.
It was only when I walked in to the house after my long drive, to an amazing steak dinner coked by Ed, when the smell of that dinner caused me to go in to a fit of gagging, that I knew. I just knew. After dinner I bought a test, and it was positive, and after a minor nervous breakdown, I was ok. And it was all that I could do last week to not tell everyone. The way I look at it though, is that there is no reason to not talk about it here. I’m sure I would need to write if something went wrong. There’s no point in keeping secrets here.
So! So far I feel ok. I go back and forth between being ravenously hungry and hating food. I’m nauseous and gagging, which is exactly how I always am. I am exhausted on a level that I have not been since I was pregnant with Eddie. I’m guessing that I am somewhere between 6 and 7 weeks along, which puts me due in mid to late March. I don’t see the Dr. until August 13th, so we won’t tell our family or other friends until at least then.
Ed and I are both really excited. The fact that Mr. “I don’t want any more kids” is over the moon about it makes me feel really good about the whole thing. Hannah will be almost 5 by the time the baby is here, which is INSANE. And of course, we’ve gotten rid of every last piece of baby paraphernalia we ever owned, so that will be interesting.
So…4 kids. Holy shit!
WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT!!!!!
I have read only to the first line under the photo, and I am too excited to read any more without saying WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE first! YAY YAY YAY CONGRATULATIONS I’M SO GLAD!!
OMGGGGGG!!!!!!! So EXCITED!!!!!!! Congrats you guys!!!
So so so excited for you!
OMG!!!! CONGRATULATIONS! This is the best news ever! WOW! So excited for you guys!
Holy crap on a stick! I can’t even believe that we talked about you and more baby-people a few weeks ago and HERE YOU ARE KNOCKED UP.
Maybe we should have also talked about me winning the lottery.
CONGRATULATIONS! I did NOT expect that news!
Congrats! How exciting!
Congrats! How exciting for you guys!
Isn’t this exactly when your doctor predicted??!!! Congrats!! So excited for you!
Yay! I hope you feel less gaggy soon. Babies are wonderful, congratulations!
Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!! I’m so excited!!! 😀 😀 I love babies!!!!! 🙂
I love that Ed is excited about it. 😀
Yay yay yay BABIES!
And Carter’s had a sale. I have started on your non-existent baby supply problem. YEAH!
OMG that just blew me away. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! you’re going to be amazing. How exciting! I’m so glad that he’s excited too. AWESOME! there are way to many exclamation points in this . . .
We’ll be due around the same time. Just found out I was pregnant too. I’m keeping it secret for now. Please don’t tell if you figure it out.
FOUR!!! FOUR!!!! Yay!