So there’s something I’ve been keeping from you, and it’s kind of a big deal.
My posting has slowed significantly in recent months because I find it very hard to just talk about little things while ignoring an elephant in the room. That might be best though because if I would have been writing, I’m pretty sure I’d just be telling you how tired I am and how often I felt like I was going to puke and how I have been home alone with a toddler for the vast majority of my first trimester. It hasn’t been easy, and nobody likes a whiny voice.
So I am here to say that I am ten weeks and I feel as though I am ever so slowly coming out from under a rock, and we are very excited. I had a feeling something was happening in my body, and we were anticipating this baby so very badly, and I pee’d on a stick seven whole weeks ago before I’d even missed a period. So it feels like I have known forever. I’m going to try not to make this just a birthy blog, but admittedly it has been on my mind a lot lately.
I’m not quite to the end of the first trimester yet when you are “supposed” to tell people and I’ll wait a week or two before blasting it to the uninterested masses on my personal Facebook, but after weeks of queasiness and fatigue and seeing a little heartbeat on an ultrasound screen, my heart is in this enough that I’d need to talk it out somewhere if, God forbid, something went wrong. But for now, all signs are good and as miserable as I’ve felt at moments, I’m generally just grateful to get to do this all over again and to expand my little family with a brand new person. A whole new person. That’s so crazy when you really think about it. I AM HAVING A BABY!