I've been keeping a secret from you. Secret keeping is not my forte, so you can imagine how difficult this has been.
Here’s the thing. I’m pregnant. And nauseous. And tired. All of the time. Which is totally the wrong way to announce something as exciting as this! Because truly, I am thrilled. Jeff and I both are. But I severely underestimated the power of hormones and their ability to bring me to my knees (literally). When we decided to do this, I had these ridiculous visions of me wearing adorable cardigans unbuttoned over my adorable belly and feeling all calm and motherly while eating a healthy, well balanced meal. Instead, replace this vision with regular me, only bloated, zitty and wearing my ratty yoga pants and hoodie around the house moaning about how I think I'm going to barf and this will be closer to accurate.
We had our 12 week ultrasound today and everything seems to be running according to plan. The heart is beating crazy fast and it appears to be inheriting Jeff’s height, running almost a week ahead of schedule for its size. Thankfully, my misery seems in direct proportion to the baby's success so I can't complain too much. My due date is September 1, which still seems miles and miles away.
Want to see it? Here’s my favorite pic of the day. You're looking at it's right profile and that's its hand reaching up. My assumption probably should have been that the baby looks like it’s about to suck its thumb, or maybe waving at us. But instead I think it looks like it’s throwing back a brewsky.
Gaaaaah! We’re having a baby. Can you believe it? Every time I ask Jeff that question, his response is, “Um, yes. That was kind of the whole point, wasn’t it?”