September 27th, 2009: Spent the day taking photographs with Rachel up Millcreek documenting her last pregnancy. On the way up, we talk about when I will try and get pregnant, which Dave and I have determined to be October. I am having issues, because that means I'll be preggers for Halloween (the BEST holiday), and that would leave me out of taking part in all the fun! Rachel tries to ease my fears, saying "Lis, I realllllly don't think you'll get pregnant your first time around." Moving right along in our convo, we then try to figure out when exactly I could get pregnant. My period is a little late, but I'm not worried because I have all my usual "signs" that it will be here any day!
Later that evening, as I wander around Wal-Mart, I figure out that I am actually 5 days late. So, I pick up a pregnancy test, but roll my eyes about it the whole time, thinking to myself, "You're just one of those girls who thinks she's pregnant, but you're not, and now you're wasting 16 bucks!"
I get home, Dave is on the phone talking to Chris about our fun new puppies. I slip into the bathroom with my secret and wait 2 minutes. Trembling, I walk out of the bathroom and ask Dave to please call my bro back. Then I hand him the stick. I start to cry, thinking about all my energy on planning that is now wasted. Dave gives me a soft smile, and plays it cool.
We decide not to tell anybody until I'm 12 weeks, but I HAVE to tell my sister! So, I send a text with a pic of the strip and say something like, "HOLY CRAP." She calls me right back thinking it's some kind of joke! After hearing my dismay, she says, "Well, I know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but I can't help but be happy! I can't stop smiling!" When I get off the phone, Dave gives it a week before I tell my mom and Tameisha.
When I talk to Dave the next day, I say "I can't stop thinking about it." He feels the same way, only he can't tell a soul.
October & November: Basically for the next 8 weeks, I walk around thinking, "I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant."
I was feeling pretty good, thinking maybe I wouldn't get sick, but then right at 6 weeks, suddenly nothing sounds good, but only eating makes me feel better. Stuff I buy at the grocery store is WHACK! Cheetos, Lucky Charms, Mac n' Cheese, Chips Ahoy. I also love lemon and key lime yogurt. Dave and I go to ARBY's for dinner. Luckily, I never throw up! I have to eat every 2 hours, and am sleepy allllll the time. I mean, on my days off, I'd wake up, take Juno for a walk, come back and go to sleep.
November 26th, 2009 (Thanksgiving Day): Today is the day we are telling everybody. I think Rachie is more excited than Dave and I combined! When it comes time for dinner, we all go around the table and either tell one of our most memorable Thanksgiving memories, or say what we are grateful for this year. As luck would have it, Dave and I go last. Dave goes onto say that he is especially thankful for in-laws who are close with each other, ya-di-ya-di-ya-dah and then says, "but this year, I am especially grateful for two hands, two feet and a healthy heart beat." Then he whips out our ultra-sound pics. The only reaction that I saw was my mom's. She was standing up, and she started to flap her arms like a bird while tears welled up in her eyes. So cute. And then, of course, almost everyone had an, "I KNEW IT!" comment!
It feels soooo good to finally tell everyone, and catch them up on what my life has really been like the past couple months.
Here are some pics of me and the baby at 13 weeks:
December: I think I can feel the baby swirm around at about 17 weeks, but only if I concentrate. The belly is starting to show more and more. In the mornings when I wake up, I look pretty normal, but by the time the day is over I usually look like I'm about 6 months pregnant. But I can still suck it in if I have too! And I can still fit into my old jeans...but only one pair. ;)
This is me pushing it out (only a little) at 15 weeks:
And here I am looking pretty white trash at 17 weeks:
November 26th, 2009 (Thanksgiving Day): Today is the day we are telling everybody. I think Rachie is more excited than Dave and I combined! When it comes time for dinner, we all go around the table and either tell one of our most memorable Thanksgiving memories, or say what we are grateful for this year. As luck would have it, Dave and I go last. Dave goes onto say that he is especially thankful for in-laws who are close with each other, ya-di-ya-di-ya-dah and then says, "but this year, I am especially grateful for two hands, two feet and a healthy heart beat." Then he whips out our ultra-sound pics. The only reaction that I saw was my mom's. She was standing up, and she started to flap her arms like a bird while tears welled up in her eyes. So cute. And then, of course, almost everyone had an, "I KNEW IT!" comment!
It feels soooo good to finally tell everyone, and catch them up on what my life has really been like the past couple months.
Here are some pics of me and the baby at 13 weeks:
December: I think I can feel the baby swirm around at about 17 weeks, but only if I concentrate. The belly is starting to show more and more. In the mornings when I wake up, I look pretty normal, but by the time the day is over I usually look like I'm about 6 months pregnant. But I can still suck it in if I have too! And I can still fit into my old jeans...but only one pair. ;)
This is me pushing it out (only a little) at 15 weeks:
And here I am looking pretty white trash at 17 weeks:
can't remember what i said before, but welcome to the blogging journey that mark my words you won't regret! Cheers to another form of communication with you sista
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