On the train to Baby City

Let's talk about being pregnant and how this all happened (if you have physiological questions, that is NOT an area we will be tackling here...). Early in the summer Scott and I decided that we were ready to start a family. Most of our friends weren't successful in getting pregnant for at least a few months or more. Naturally, we thought that this would be the case with us so we decided to start trying a little early, anticipating it would take a few months. So, bing bang bong...we get pregnant the first try. Unbeknownst to me, I was pregnant throughout the big move to San Francisco. Fortunately, I wasn't getting sick.

The move went well and we were settling in without too much trouble. In the back of my head I had been keeping track of whether or not I was "late". I had a pregnancy test in the bathroom and I was pretty eager to use it. But I didn't want to check too early because I thought we couldn't possibly be pregnant yet, so I waited as long as I could before the "not knowing" would kill me. And of course, it was positive. As a side note, this was within ONE week of moving to SF. Eek. Quite a bit of change to take in all at once.

Soon thereafter, I became noticably tired and nauseated on a regular basis. I was waking up at 5am to get to work by 7am and I was eating once every hour in order not to feel disgusting. So, what happens when you eat once every hour from 5am to 9pm on a daily basis? Oh, and you aren't really exercising anymore... You guessed it! You get fatter. But hey, I'm pregnant so I can get fat, right? Yeeeeah, that doesn't make me feel any better. I've purchased a few new clothes that allow for some "wiggle room" if you will, so I'm feeling less pinched in....hooray. I still struggle daily to accept this new pregnant body and just enjoy the experience. So if you hear me whining about my weight, please ignore me.

I'm approximately 12 weeks along (that's 3 months for all of you math flunkees) and can't wait for the next 6 months to come and go. Scott came to my first ultrasound last week and filmed the entire experience. He wants to post some of the video here, but I feel kind of weird about it because I HATE seeing myself on camera. I may let him, we'll see.

Thank you for all of your congratulations and well wishes. We miss all of you who are far away and think of you often.