More waiting...

It's been awhile since my last post and while I am definitely experiencing pregnancy symptoms, I don't yet feel pregnant. I mean, yes, my breasts feel like waterballoons that someone has filled to capacity, I'm struggling to keep my eyes open and my butt off the couch at 8 pm each night and my face thinks it is 13 years old again (c'mon... not fair!), but I have yet to truly verify a little human growing inside of me.

I did go to my GP to confirm the pregnancy and she gave me piece of mind when she informed me of normal pregnancy hormone levels, but I want to see the baby and hear it's heartbeat!!! And so I'm waiting... and waiting... for my first visit with my OBGYN in two weeks, May 7. Any questions I should add to my list?

Tender melons

The books aren't kidding about sore tatas during pregnancy, and my mom reassured me that it's only going to get worse - thanks Mom! They are so swollen (which, being a small chested female, I don't so much mind), but so so tender! I am now wearing a sportsbra to bed and two while I work out! I went running this morning and had to hold up my boobs with my arms as nonchalantly as I could. It was ridiculous. I looked like a tyranasaurus rex!

Sooo sleepy...

I can't believe how exhausted I am! Last night I went to bed at 9... on a Friday night! Can you believe it!? My friend Becca said it's because I'm suffering from semen posioning... yes, I told her - seriously - how could I keep it a secret any longer!? I mean it's already been 2 days!

Okay, so I think it's time to take a nap... it's tough work growing a baby!

Hurry up and wait...

So, I'm pregnant. It's my first pregnancy and while I've skimmed the pages of "What to expect when you're expecting", I have no idea what I need to do. I call my OBGYN to make an appointment and they say they can't schedule me until I'm 8-10 weeks... I'm 2, well, actually 4 because they start counting from the first day of your last period, not your date of conception... who knew? So, I won't see my OBGYN until May 7...

But I have so many questions!!! Is my iron level high enough? Am I getting enough protein? Do I need to change to all natural face lotions? Are the pre-natal vitamins I'm taking good enough? Am I healthy? AM I EVEN PREGNANT?

I chat with my mom and she suggests that I make an appointment with my GP to get a blood test and get my questions answered. I do that. What would I ever do without my mom?

In the meantime, I want to tell EVERYONE! I walk into work and have to bite my tongue each time I run into someone. It's swollen and I'm tasting blood by the time I reach my office. I shut my door and take a deep breath.

And it begins...

Okay, so it's two days before my scheduled period and I know that the accuracy of the test is only 90%... but that's good enough for me! Besides, I can't wait anymore... I have to know! I do my business on the little clear blue and easy and then jump in the shower. "I'm probably not pregnant", I tell myself because I don't want to be disappointed, but then don't want to jinx it, so I say "I am pregnant!" I repeat this for about 15 minutes and wonder if I'm going insane.

When I emerge, I casually glance at the stick trying not to seem desperate for an answer.

"Pregnant"

I make the weirdest noise. It's kind of like a mix between a snort, a laugh, a cry and a burp and it was a perfect noise for the emotions I was feeling. WHAT!?!? I have to tell my husband! But no... I should tell him in a special way tonight over dinner... I take a picture of the stick with cut azaleas from my front yard. I plan to put it in an engraved frame and give it to him this evening.

I can't believe it... Wow... I'm going to be a Mom! I'm going to have a baby! Man, I'm going to miss some good happy hours this summer... Oh, my husband is going to be such a good Dad! I have to tell him. Who has the self control to wait until tonight!?!?

I jump on the bed and gently (as much as my excitement could allow) shake him. He groggily looks up at me... "Yes?"

"Congratulations on your hole in one!" I squeal (more on that later)...

"What? No..." I smile. "What? No..." he says again... "Yes!!!" I squeal. We chat about it for awhile and both decide we are very happy, but that we are going to keep it quiet for a few more weeks. At least until we see the OBGYN we reason...

15 minutes later I call my mom...