I am sitting here FINALLY writing about my pregnancy as my first trimester ends. It could be the fact that it has not seemed real yet or that I officially had to wear a pair of maternity pants today (and I wonder why I haven’t worn these before, to pizza buffets).
JULY 17th – the day I found out I was pregnant. You could say this pregnancy was accidentally not on accident. We knew we wanted a family…one day but we also wanted to go to Spain and drink wine and eat tapas all day, get settled in our new jobs, new home and new city first. Life happens. I was so not expecting to be pregnant that I actually ran on my lunch break and just took a pregnancy test in our office bathroom. I knew something was wrong that day because my hormones were so crazy I wanted to go Nicolas Cage on someone and punch them in the face. What a surprise that was to see two faint lines instead of one. Which I convinced myself was too light to be two. I had to call my Mom right away (yes, she found out before Bud maybe a long with a few of my girlfriends but I had to wait to tell him in person). That night I was finally able to tell Bud, excited of course as we took two more test with a digital “pregnant” confirmation. Pregnancy really is one of those things you can’t prepare for and will find yourself thinking “if we wait until were ready we’ll be waiting forever“. The next day he surprised me with flowers and candy and the first trimester began…
FIRST TRIMESTER (or semester as Bud calls it) – I wish I could say it has been all roses and rainbows. My pregnancy so far has not been half as bad as some women have it, thank god I wasn’t running to the bathroom throwing up everyday. Starting around week five I was hit with extreme nausea, exhaustion and raging hormones. That didn’t change until about a week ago. Smells sent me running into the other room dry heaving (coffee, garlic, meat etc.). My aversions were awful, I lived on anything that was white in color or a carb. Everyday I ate oatmeal, baked potatoes, pudding, applesauce and macaroni and cheese. The sight of pizza or pasta sent me over the edge. Pizza is my staple and my life, this one was hard to deal with. My emotions were unstable and I was so exhausted that I felt like I had run a marathon every.single.day. My husband, Bud, was a real trooper. He cleaned everyday while I laid on the couch, waited on me butler style and listened to me everyday while I cried or yelled. I couldn’t be happier to be making a baby with this guy, he has always loved me unconditionally unlike anyone else through good and bad and I am so thankful for that. He is going to be more than great at being a Dad. #DADSTER
We have decided we will not be finding out the gender of our little Baby P. There are few surprises left in the world and we are excited about this one! It may also help me keep my extreme shopping habit under control…or at least until Baby P gets here.