So all you now know that Steven and I are expecting a little one next summer. I figure there was no point in a big announcement blog since everyone that reads this has already been told. And you can probably also figure that any news on weight loss will be non-existent for the next several months. My waistline will be expanding, not shrinking and, well, there's not point in pretending I completely hate that. If it were just from eating brownies (like the delicious ones we had this weekend) then I might feel bummed about it. But as of right now, I'm thrilled to one day look down and not see my feet. So this blog is going to shift. I'm on one wild ride and think it's only fair that I drag you along with me. Kick and scream if you must...it won't do you any good.
Finding out you're having a baby is a strange experience. It was what we wanted. It was the plan. And then, all of a sudden, it was the reality. Two lines? That means yes right? Right? Really? You sure? Steven and I were simutaneously completely thrilled and in complete shock. But that happened so fast. Does it always happen that fast? Wait, two lines? Really?
I don't remember crying, just tearing up a bit and then feeling like i was going to puke. (Foreshadowing the months ahead?) Steven never got up from where he was sitting on the bed. He just grinned the happiest grin ever. But he never moved. I just stood in the doorway to the bathroom. Tummy turning and mind racing. Not quite sure what to do next. We'd laugh nervous, out of nowher laughs, and kept saying, "I can't believe that" and "You know, I had a feeling!" We didn't know what to think but we knew we were in it together. And that is an amazingly comforting thought.
I don't think either of us slept all that great that night. And in the morning I took a second test--just to be sure. False positives are very rare. But I didn't want to be in that itty-bitty percentage. Second test, two lines again. Baby Cerame was no longer a future project; he or she was in there, waiting for us to figure it out. But it wouldn't take long for our little bundle of joy to turn into our Tiny Terror.
Pregnancy is not easy. And it doesn't treat everyone the same. It's a jerk like that. All your friends may have experienced things in a certain way. That does not, for one tiny second, mean that your pregnancy will match theirs at all. This is a journey that is very clearly unique for everyone. And over the months to come, i'll be all too happy to tell you all about my one of kind pregnancy. All I can say at this point is that this better be one fantastic baby!
