Graduating

Well folks, it seems I am graduating to maternity pants. I've been trying the rubber-band trick for the past 2 weeks now and its getting old. Keri accompanied me to Motherhood, Old Navy and JC Penney and helped me with some great finds. She also acted as a model for me for the warmer clothes since I'll be her size in the winter. I still need to get a few more essentials, but I think I'm set for now.

Hungry

I must be going through a growth spurt or something. This weekend I could not get enough to eat! On Sunday I woke up and had a bowl of cereal, then a blueberry muffin and a yogurt. I took a muffin with me along with some fruit snacks because 3 hours is a long time with no grub! After church I had a grilled cheese sandwich, another bowl of cereal, and a smoothie because I was still hungry! I still felt like I hadn't eaten anything after that full 3-course meal! Such a weird feeling. I'm trying to get used to the new feelings and identifying actual hunger pangs, but I'm so not used to them being this strong. I feel like a cow!

WE'RE PREGNANT!

If you're reading this blog for the first time, WELCOME! You've probably navigated your way over from another blog by learning that we're pregnant. We couldn't be happier. Thank you for celebrating our journey with us!


If you're wondering how or when it happened...you can start here.


I'll be updating every now and then, so check back often!

I Can't Button My Pants (Sigh)

I woke up this morning to put on my "big girl pants" - my super comfy jeans that have always been loose, even straight out of the dryer. I couldn't button them. How did I get so fat? I haven't been eating! Then I realized I have good reason for my jeans not fitting and I got excited! I walked to the mirror to investigate. I've always been blessed with a flat stomach, but now I have a little pooch that I cannot suck in. Believe me, I tried. I assembled the age-old rubberband trick and went on my way.

Who knew that busting out of your pants could put such a smile on your face? It made my morning.

Reunited and it Feels So Good...

Wendy's and I haven't been on the best of terms the past few weeks. Every time I drive by her, I cringe. She used to be my favorite stop for lunch; I'd drop by and visit once a week. Ever since my 6th week of pregnancy, I haven't had the stomach to see her. However, today, I stopped in to see how she was doing and it turns out we are friends again. She bribed me with a bacon cheeseburger and chicken nuggets. Although, the nuggets with ranch didn't go down so well, the burger was good enough to put us on better terms for the time being.

Aaaack!

Sometimes I feel like the world is playing a cruel joke on me: I'm not really pregnant. They're just doing a study to see if women display symptoms if they're told they're pregnant. Like my averstion to ANY odor is just another one of my pseudo-symptoms that I've conjured up. I almost feel like I'm faking it. It's not real. It can't be real. Dave and I can't make babies. I almost feel like I've been brainwashed. Infertility really plays these tricks on your mind.


When I knew I was pregnant, I only peed on one stick, ONE! I was too afraid to use up any others for fear that I wouldn't have any to pee on the following month! Even when the stick indicated a negative all those other times...I would pee on 1 or 2 more, just in case. What is my problem? Has infertility permanently branded me to think only negative thoughts? Have I lost all hope? I'm losing it!


In other news: our 12 week ultrasound is scheduled for this Friday! I'm excited about this one because I've been told we'll be able to see the baby moving around as well as get some really good shots because they'll be doing a lot of measuring. (In the back of my mind-my main concern is that the heart is still beating and there is in fact a live baby in there...damn infertility.)

Ms. Grumpy Pants

I know I shouldn't be irritated about this, but I am. First of all, I'm terrified that sharing our news will somehow jinx this pregnancy. Last night at Dave's brother's birthday party, I walked in to congratulations from several people. People I hadn't seen in a long time. Apparently my FIL had been informing all the guests of our news as they walked through the door. I was a bit taken aback. I guess nothing is sacred anymore. I just feel betrayed when we make such specific requests not to tell and yet, it comes flying out with no abandon. I was angry at first, now I feel offended. Not only was I unprepared for congrats, but I was confident that our news wouldn't be shared by our close family when we asked them not to.

Let down...again.