A little over two weeks ago we had a 2 hour delay at school. I got a recorded call from my superintendent at 5:15 that Friday morning, and was ecstatic that I could go back to bed. However, an overwhelming urge to pee and a crazy instinct, that you can't believe until you feel it, summoned me out of bed and into the bathroom. Being an expert pee-er on a stick, I took the pregnancy test with my eyes half open, fully expecting to only see one little, lonely line. Through my blurry eyes, I saw two lines, and the rest is history.
Fast forward to today: two blood tests, a wonderful ultrasound, and several screaming/crying relatives and friends later, I am in the middle of my sixth week. I am exhausted, I am nauseous (even the thought of salitines or oyster crackers makes me want to hurl, great!), and I have already purchased two pairs of prego pants even though I didn't need to because, let's face it, the less pressure on a nauseated belly, the better. I have been on vacation since 12/21, and sadly I have spent more hours than I care to admit on the couch or my new (and friggin amazing) king size bed. Even though I will not show for a while, I think it is starting to hit me... there's a person growing inside of me. A beautiful, innocent, precious, miraculous, perfect little mix of me and Joe. How unreal is that?
The uncomfortable before picture...yikes!
15 years ago
