Last weekend we shared the news of our March arrival with our immediate families. It was amazing to see the utter joy that the news brought, and great to be able to talk freely for a change! Keeping this huge of a secret from everyone was harder than I thought it would be.
Interestingly, both families said that they had a feeling...talk about parents' intuition!
We came up with a pretty fun way to tell everyone and had little books printed for both families with this:
133 Injections...
65 Doctor Appointments...
31 Ultrasounds...
2 Surgeries...
37 Eggs...
13 Embryos...
725 Cocktails not sipped...
59 Cigars not smoked...
$23,960.70...
(Ultrasound Picture), Arriving March 2014...Priceless
Way cuter is person and in the form of a booklet, but you get the idea :)
Besides that excitement, this week included a lot of carbs. Like a LOT. To say I have been having some morning sickness is putting it mildly. It is all day sickness, which thank goodness has not involved vomit, but nonetheless makes me feel like utter crap. It feels ironically a lot like a terrible hangover, spins and all. For a girl who hasn't had a hangover since TTC, I find this a cruel joke. Hence the massive amounts of carbs. I have been noshing on bread like a starving person because it's the only way to keep the nausea at bay. Monday I literally went into the bathroom at work and cried because I felt so yucky. That was a first. But, no joke, as I hung my head between my legs (dangerously close to the toilet bowl, I might add) I thought of how many times I pleaded and prayed for this exact thing. How many times I listened to a knocked up mama-to-be complain and thought, "You have no idea how lucky you are". So I am thankful. For every moment that this baby continues to show its presence. I know without a doubt that I would take 57 months of this unpleasantness if it meant I'd meet our baby in seven months. No more pity parties here.
Tuesday we indeed saw the little sucker that is making its Mama so sick. It was nothing short of amazing to see the little blob of blurry cells, twice as big as last week, heart beating (they didn't measure how fast).
Interestingly, both families said that they had a feeling...talk about parents' intuition!
We came up with a pretty fun way to tell everyone and had little books printed for both families with this:
133 Injections...
65 Doctor Appointments...
31 Ultrasounds...
2 Surgeries...
37 Eggs...
13 Embryos...
725 Cocktails not sipped...
59 Cigars not smoked...
$23,960.70...
(Ultrasound Picture), Arriving March 2014...Priceless
Way cuter is person and in the form of a booklet, but you get the idea :)
Besides that excitement, this week included a lot of carbs. Like a LOT. To say I have been having some morning sickness is putting it mildly. It is all day sickness, which thank goodness has not involved vomit, but nonetheless makes me feel like utter crap. It feels ironically a lot like a terrible hangover, spins and all. For a girl who hasn't had a hangover since TTC, I find this a cruel joke. Hence the massive amounts of carbs. I have been noshing on bread like a starving person because it's the only way to keep the nausea at bay. Monday I literally went into the bathroom at work and cried because I felt so yucky. That was a first. But, no joke, as I hung my head between my legs (dangerously close to the toilet bowl, I might add) I thought of how many times I pleaded and prayed for this exact thing. How many times I listened to a knocked up mama-to-be complain and thought, "You have no idea how lucky you are". So I am thankful. For every moment that this baby continues to show its presence. I know without a doubt that I would take 57 months of this unpleasantness if it meant I'd meet our baby in seven months. No more pity parties here.
Tuesday we indeed saw the little sucker that is making its Mama so sick. It was nothing short of amazing to see the little blob of blurry cells, twice as big as last week, heart beating (they didn't measure how fast).
Today marks 8 weeks.
You guessed it, we have a raspberry-sized baby up in there!
