I tried to be sneaky and slip into the Girl's Trip: NYC Style post that I'm pregnant. Some of you caught it and sent your congrats my way, and some of you probably didn't read through that extremely long post to discover that, yes, I'm with child. I've been asked for details from some, so I'll post them here:
I'm due May 6th, 2009 . . . that makes me 13 weeks into this pregnancy.
Jim and I will find out what we're having in another month or so (I hope it's a baby!!!). We'll keep you posted.
Here's the baby's first picture taken at appointment numeral uno. I was almost eight weeks preggers then. For those of you who don't know, the baby is the thing inside the black circle that looks like a peanut.
I'm feeling ok. I get tired a lot, and I feel like I'm starving all the time, even after I JUST ate a rather large meal. If I don't eat every few hours I start feeling sick, so then I eat and all is well again. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and feel like I haven't eaten in weeks. On these nights I try to fall back asleep, but most of the time I find my way to the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal.
Jim and I are excited, Jim more so than me. I'm worried about going from one baby to two. How will I divide my time between them? Will I love the second as much as I love Tralee? How will it be with two in diapers? Am I really ready for those 2am feedings again? etc, etc. When I start thinking like this I get a little overwhelmed, so most days I call upon my dear friend Denial to help keep me comfortable. Denial tells me if you don't really think about it, then it can't really happen, right? I know the day will come when I'll be forced to discover the answers to those looming questions. But, until these concerns are thrown in my face, I'll just stay comfortable with Denial and midnight cereal splurges.
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