I’ve put this off for far too long.
I haven’t “put it off,” I’ve just been too darn tired/busy/scatterbrained to sit down and write it!
My birthday was October 30th. I turned OLD, according to my doctors. And that morning we found out, we’re going to have a baby!
There’s a lot of story behind getting here – well, to me it’s a lot, maybe only to me – but I’ll save that for another time.
Right now the most common questions are:
How far along are you? 12 weeks this week.
How are you feeling? Primarily exhausted, unless I stay home and only do light housework all day. I only feel sick if I go more than a couple of hours without eating something (I will not be one of those women who loses weight in her first trimester, that’s for sure.)
I am experiencing the joys of bedtime heartburn already, although I’ve deduced that it only occurs when I eat chicken for dinner. (It was really hard for me to type that word…the poultry one. Because, you see, poultry is also my #1 food aversion right now. I don’t even like saying the word. Funny how that works. I’ll have the steak, please! Or the chile relleno, preferably.)
Are you hoping for a boy or girl? We have actually discussed it, and we really aren’t leaning any way. Honestly. We just want Little One to get here safe and healthy. For both of us.
How did you tell SoldierMan? Ha. That’s a funny one. He was convinced I was expecting before I was. Mostly I think I just didn’t want to get my hopes up, so I waited until the last possible minute to go to Walmart and get a test. The last possible minute was my birthday. I got up before he left for work and took it, so we could both see the results, which was honestly really great. I’m glad we got to share that moment.
However, way back in the day I did start looking at those “Fun ways to tell him you’re pregnant” blog posts. And I did have this idea about teaching the puppies to point at my belly when I said, “Where’s the baby?” (Achilles kind of got it, Jeb was never on board.) But the front-runner was to wait until he got home from work, queue this video up on the TV, and play it as he walked in:
We’re having a baby!