We went to the doctor 6/30 and found out we're prego! On 7/14 we had our second sonogram and heard the heartbeat. This picture is from 7/14 and we are 6 weeks and 5 days along. Although we've been trying we were still really surprised, pleasantly surprised. We told our families the night we found out. We told a handful of others when we heard the heartbeat. We'd planned on waiting until the second trimester to tell "the world" since the chance of a miscarriage is still 20%, but we can't help ourselves. Almost everyone knows now.
Today, 7/30, we're 9 weeks. Although I've only gained 2-3 pounds so far, I feel like a cow. People pointing out how "cute" my "pooch" is, is not cool. It doesn't feel cute at all. Also morning sickness is a bitch. It's finally starting to let up a little bit though. My hormones are raging right now. The littlest things make my face turn beat red and I can actually visualize myself ripping someones throat out. It takes a lot for me to calm down afterwards as well. I hope the second trimester is as good as everyone says. (supposedly that's when morning sickness lets up and energy levels pick back up)
I'm reading TONS of books (which is only half way helpful). Ignorance is bliss. Before I knew all of this information, pregnancy seemed really fun.
Chris and I don't have a preference whether it's a boy or a girl. A boy first would be nice so when we have a girl next, the boy can look out for her (plus boy names are sooo much easier then girl names). A girl first would be cool because I could do EVERYTHING in pink. hehe
I'm thinking of doing the nursery in sock monkeys. Chris doesn't want to discuss the nursery at all right now. Until we know whether it's a boy or a girl, he doesn't want to "shop" (i.e. talk about) for any items. He also doesn't love it when I call our little fetus a "parasite". HA! What else would you call something that makes you tired and sick all the time?!?
All and all we're really excited. Every few days I look at him and say "can you believe we're going to be parents?!" of course, he says "uhhh, yeah". Well I can't! I'm still in shock. But I'm so excited about having a child. I've wanted to be a mommy more than anything and I absolutely adore my baby daddy (even though HE'S the one that did this to me). I can't wait for our child to scream something obnoxious like "don't touch me!" (that would be me) or "Touche" (chris).
I've never felt so many emotions all at one time.
