10 Weeks... the Big Reveal!

So we decided that we couldn't wait until Mother's Day anymore (our original reveal day).  My sister's BFF suggested putting copies of the ultrasound in plastic Easter Eggs.

Here's the story our the Easter Reveal...

I was getting dressed and my Dad texted me “Happy Easter! What have you guys been up to.” So I guess my Dad was going to be the first to know. ;-) As I was dialing his number, Megan called. I told her I was nervous and had diarrhea all morning. She laughed at me and told me to do it quick like ripping off a band-aid. So I called my Dad. Dad: “What’s new?” Me: “OhnothingI’mpregnant.” Just like that… one sentence in one word. ;-) I wanted to tell him that our plan for going down to visit him for Thanksgiving wasn’t going to happen this year ‘cause I’d be in the hospital. Yeah, that’s not what happened. =)

First stop was my Aunt Jineen’s house. I walk in and my Mom asks about the Easter Eggs that are peeking out of my bag. I say they’re for you and Philip (my step-dad). I hand them out, tell them to open them, and Philip dives right in cause he hears the jelly beans. He tells me later he was trying to figure out what the piece of paper was as he was opening it. “Well I knew it wasn’t a check ‘cause you didn’t owe me any money.” Geesh… really? But once he saw what it was he was ecstatic. He loves being an “Opa”. Then my Mom hugged me and we both cried. Aunt Jineen and my cousin Elizabeth were out of the room getting my cousin’s baby up from her nap so they missed it. So Philip put the picture back in the egg and handed it to Jineen. She had no words just bum-rushed me to hug me. Overall… the first reveal went off with out a hitch! My Mom said she had an inkling… which I knew she would. She said I had an energy around me. Philip is hoping I’m a day late so he can share his birthday with the new addition.

Second stop was Peter’s Mom’s house. We did it right away there too to avoid the wine issue. My sister-in-law Christine handed out the eggs and told them not to open them yet, but then my mother-in-law disappeared… she came back to the room and my father-in-law disappeared. After what seemed like a lifetime (it was probably only 5 minutes) they opened them. I don’t think it was processing in everyone’s brains yet before my mother-in-law practically tackled me to hug me. Again, we cried. After all the hugs and congrats… it started… the unwanted advice and name suggestions. Just what I was afraid of. Peter and I actually thought of keeping this baby a secret like at the end of Four Christmases. Peter’s grandmother apparently knows everything.

And the other thing that I was afraid of was my mother-in-law thinking she can touch my belly… we were leaving and she “air kissed” my belly. I flat out said, “Yeah, that’s just my fat.” Peter and Christine bust out laughing. Last time I was PG, she actually grabbed my fat roll. Ugghhh! On the way home I said to Peter if she really wanted to touch the baby bump she’d have to go lower, and I don’t really need her near my vajayjay.

It was a full… emotional… day. I’m glad its out in the open with the family. Our friends still don’t know yet. We want to tell our BFF’s in person then we’ll make the FB announcement.

In Love...

I just came back from my first appointment and to my surprise I got an ultrasound.  Luckily I was able to call Peter so he could come and see our little Turkey too (which looks more like a gummy bear by the way).

Everything looks great!!  Turkey's heart was beating strong and s/he was dancing around for us.

I'm in love!!  It's real now.  I've got another life inside me.  God is good!

Doritos...

Specifically Nacho Doritos in either a ranch/sour cream dip or onion dip... even plain sour cream would do fine.  Man, that sounds like heaven to me right now.

Now, how do I get away with eating that combination at work without the raised eyebrows?

I can't wait until the day I don't have to keep this secret anymore.

8 weeks...

... and I haven't left the couch all weekend. I had so much planned that I just couldn't bring myself to do. Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow?

4-5 more weeks of utter exhaustion. It seems thats all I write about, but its taking over my life.

7 weeks, 4 days...

Today's the day.

Today's the day during my last pregnancy when our world came crashing down.  The day I found out our little Poppy Seed didn't develop past a gestational sac.

I'm keeping positive that everything is different this time, but today still looms.  I'll be making extra trips to the bathroom to check for bleeding. :-/

A week and a half until my first prenatal appointment.  A week and a half until we learn that this Turkey is healthy and striving (remember... Positive, Positive, Positive).

I sure hope that my constant nausea, exhaustion, and painful "girls" are for something wonderful.

6 weeks 5 days...

Every two hours I take a trip to the bathroom.  I wonder if anyone at work is beginning to notice.

Hello Nausea!  Glad you're here but can you not come when I'm trying to get ready for work.  Or when its dinner time.  You know, I'm not sure when is a good time for you.  How about you stay steady throughout the day, just not as mean.  Thanks!

Hello Exhaustion!  I don't mind you.  But maybe you can coordinate with insomnia.  You two have got your signals crossed.

Hellooo Boobs!  Yup, they still hurt and they keep growing.  I'm frightened!!!

I'm happy with my symptoms... really.  It means things are going as they should.

I told my manager today.  I was late to a meeting this morning because I felt like I was going to throw up... I didn't, but the process made me miss my train.  I probably could have made it, but I'm not running to catch a train anymore.  I'm not taking any chances.

My first prenatal appointment had to get rescheduled due to the LIRR (don't get me started on my commuting rant... that would be a whole other blog).  Now I have to wait until April 18th.  I asked the woman who made my appointment if I should make an appointment for an ultrasound first and she said "no, it can wait."  I could hear the smile on her face.  Doesn't she know that I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING and it's driving me crazy that I can't see inside my belly.  Uggghh... I hear that patience is a virtue.  I'm not sure God blessed me with that one.  I guess its a learned virtue.  ...so we wait.