Saturday, July 17, 2010

Pregnant Pause

A few of you beloved readers have commented lately on how sparse my posts have become, and I really do appreciate that. It means you like me, you really like me! And that I am missed. But I have a good reason for it:

I'm pregnant.

The thing is, I'm a terrible liar. And an even worse omitter-of-truth. We've known about this bun in the oven since May, and man, has it been hard not to spill the beans. But after a fantastic doctor's appointment yesterday, Mike and I figured it was safe to open the floodgates and let you in on our little secret.

AND most of my recent eating habits have been dictated by a 3-inch-long kid inside me who isn't really even showing yet. This child loves protein and dairy. The macaroni and cheese and ice cream are two particular favorites.

I'm going to have to be careful these next six months.

So, the details: I'm 13 weeks pregnant and due in mid-January of 2011, just late enough to miss the tax deduction for 2010. Yes, we will find out the sex on Friday, August 13th. That's a great day for me because my grandfather was born on Friday the 13th, so it's always been lucky.

I am one of those irritating pregnant women who feels FANTASTIC. I radiate and glow. Everything is wonderful - eating is wonderful, smelling is wonderful, all my five senses have kicked into high gear, and I don't even have to squint at road signs anymore. No symptoms at all. No throwing up, no breakouts, no wild and uncontrollable emotions. I do like to sleep a lot now, and during my first trimester I would pass out if I stood up too fast, but that has eased up. It would freak Mike completely out though, and he taught me the fighter pilot trick of tightening your legs to alter your blood pressure, which has helped tremendously.

Oh, and my breasts are already enormous.

I have noticed that I am a little more emotional than usual: The Blind Side made me cry last night, and I'm much more assertive than I used to be. It's like there's a little voice in my head saying it's OK to speak my mind.

Which probably had something to do with the bar fight I in which I found myself at 5 weeks along....

Mike has noticed that I need a cranky pill when I haven't had enough sleep or am hungry. One of our reoccurring conversations involves my asking, "My gosh, why do I want to eat ALL THE TIME?" To which he replies, "Because my baby's growing in you." Oh. Well that makes sense.

We're having a great time and enjoying our last few months in which it's just the two of us and a dog and damn cat. Because all too soon some little monster will come along and destroy all of our carefully-laid-out peace and quiet. And we absolutely cannot wait.


David Howie said...

Holy Crap! Congratulations to you both. That's fantastic. We look forward to meeting the little one.

And that explains the "migrain" excuse at John's rehearsal.

Carrie said...

Congratulations! That is wonderful news! So happy for you :)

Katy Agnew said...

Hey cousin! I meant to tell you to check out It's a blog hosted by 3 moms (2 in Tupelo and 1 of their sisters in NC) that is super funny and witty. It offers some great mommy tips. I follow them on my blog if you can't find it online.


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