There's a baby in my belly!
It's true!! Matty and I made a baby, and it's growing and thriving in my tummy right now! As of today I am 12 weeks and going into my 13th (helloooo 2nd trimester) and I am feeling great. I have been ridiculously lucky and have not had any morning sickness or crankiness or emotional breakdowns at all. The most significant symptoms I have are being super, duper tired and a bout of hormonal acne that is bringing me back to my high school days. Both of these things are supposed to fade out this trimester, and I am going to see my dermatologist to get some prego-friendly goods for my face. Considering the many (many, many) stories we have all heard/seen/read/experienced about what being knocked up is like, I think I am making out like a bandit with this pregnancy so far.
Since this is the first time I have been able to shout it from the rooftop, I give you my little story on how we found out there was a baby on board:
March 14th was a Monday that followed a pretty crazy weekend. I had gone to visit Amy in Northampton on Saturday night and we drove up to a show in Vermont and then went out for a bit in NoHo afterwards. The being out didn't last long since I was super exhausted and the last beer I ordered (a cream stout of some sort) didn't even appeal to me and I actually left behind a full beer on the counter! That next morning Matty and I had a brunch with our church group and a speaker coming to talk to us about the rosary so I had to get up super early and fly down the pike to get home in time for the 10am Mass. After all of that, I then had a date with my Little to go ice skating, so after best hour long nap ever I was back out the door to ice skate with a 9 year old. By the time Sunday was over I was literally crawling into bed, and when I woke up for work the next morning I literally just could not do it. I was exhausted, I hadn't been able to do my usual pre-work week organizing and I knew it was going to be a big week with St. Patty's coming up, so I just gave in and called out and went right back to bed. I slept well until the double-digits and it was glorious.
When I woke up I decided to get some things done around the house and then head to Target for a little retail therapy. Also, since Matty and I had been actively trying to get pregnant, I decided to pick up a pregnancy test just in case so that I wouldn't spend the week celebrating St. Patty's and find out afterward that I had a Jameson soaked baby. I had only been back from visiting my family on the West Coast for a couple of weeks, and I had started my period while I was away (my 1st since stopping a 14 year birth control practice) but I wanted to be sure. There was a three pack on sale too, and you all know I love a bargain. I picked up some shamrock boxers for Matty too, for good measure, and even texted Amy that I was being the ultimate Irish wife with my Target purchases that day. I got home and had to wait for Matty to get home from work, which was literally the longest few hours ever. I didn't actually believe that I was pregnant, but I wanted the anticipation to be done so I could stop thinking about it. I picked Matty up and even had the conversation with him that it was pretty unlikely that I was going to be knocked up so soon so we needed to not get our hopes up and just focus on trying (wink, nudge). So we got home, I peed on the stick and stuck it on the bathtub and stared at the door from the living room for the next few minutes (which felt like hours). I could barely wait to look at it and I was so excited going into the bathroom that you might have though there was a gang of English bulldog puppies waiting in there for me. We walked in and looked at it, and there it was:
We laughed, I cried, we double checked, I triple checked, we hugged and we kissed, and then I did what any Irish wife would do, I went to the kitchen, threw on my apron and started dinner while making my husband a nice, stiff drink.
And that, folks, is how we found out that we are going to have the biggest, best, most challenging and most rewarding addition to our family.
Next time: how we told our family and friends and our trip to Florida with a baby on board.