So time to talk baby.
Because my 'eggo is preggo' folks.
Yuppers.
And I’m pretty much at the half way mark (almost 5 months in)!
I found out I was pregnant on my 27th birthday (August 28th). I was supposed to wait until I came home from work to do the test, with Rob home, but I just couldn’t wait to know. I had a suspicion I was, and I just needed to have it confirmed as soon as possible. So when I woke up in the morning for work, I said eff it and did the ol' pee test. The first one came up positive so quickly that I thought I had maybe done something wrong. So I did round 2 just to double check and it was positive too. Which made me late for work, because I had to down a bottle of water and wait for the urge to pee again. Didn’t think that one through.
I didn’t jump for joy or shed tears of impending motherly happiness, or really have any reaction at all. I was like "OK so I’m pregnant". Very matter of fact. Reason being that I pretty much had a feeling I was, biologically so and just that age old women’s intuition. This was just a confirmation. And I wanted to be. We wanted it to happen. I just didn’t necessarily expect it to happen right away. I wish I’d maybe snuck in a few more glasses of wine beforehand, a few more nights of youthful selfishness and unattachment (though I had plenty in recent non preggo times truth be told – as if I knew and I had to squeeze all the fun in).
But here’s to all the new kinds of fun to be had and the new definitions of it!
So I’ll be cling clingin my non-alcoholic beverage until approximately May 1, 2013 (baby’s estimated arrival date).
I’ll be sure to update along the way with all the wonderful (and gory) details while I navigate this whole pregnancy thing.
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