Sometimes I Exploit My Baby

I know I said I wouldn't post anything about baby/pregnancy until we found out what the little squeaker is (besides human), but if you are looking for any updates you can read my new blog.

http://what-to-really-expect.blogspot.com

After I found out that I was pregnant I starting thinking how I wanted to keep a baby journal. Every time I tried to write something down it felt too sappy and soooo not me.

I had some time to kill this last Sunday and decided to start chronicling the most random things that have happened during pregnancy (that no one warns you about). You know, constipation, random embarrassments, all the glamorous things.

Before I knew it I had titles for close to 10 posts that I wanted to write. I've since added another 10 and written 3. I tell you, this is so much easier than journaling, "today at the doctor's appointment the baby's heartbeat was 160bpm..." (and way more entertaining, might I add.)

Anywho, jump on over there if you feel so inclined. If you're not interested in the lady-growing-a-human schtuff, ignore this shameless plug for my cool, new blog and carry on with your regularly programmed awesomeness.

Baby Mama (& Papa)

Well folks, we did it. After 13 months of trying, Bob and I finally found out that we're having a baby.

[Insert squeals of excitement and nervousness here]

We were so happy when we found out that we cried. All. weekend. long. I cried because I was happy. I cried because I was scared. I cried because I was exploding with anticipation. I cried because I felt nauseous and realized that pregnancy is 9 months long. And I cried because my heart went out to all the women who have wanted a baby as much as me (maybe even more) but for much longer.

I have since cried because "Break My Stride" came on the radio when I was driving to work. That was hilarious.

Also, movie premieres, sappy commercials, and having to leave Maggie at home when I go to work have made me cry. (No joke, there were, like, 4 mornings in a row when I started bawling because I had to go to work and leave Maggie at home alone).

My moms have been totally awesome since I feel completely clueless with everything going on. Also, Google is a close friend. I've googled everything under the sun beginning with the phrase "Can pregnant women...?"

So, to document a few things:

I am almost 15 weeks into growing little Nevelet. Yes on finding out the sex. We have very traditional, classic names on the baby list. No, I will not post a weekly picture of my belly. I will also not post annoying updates on my growing belly, cravings, wiggly baby (which I can't quite feel moving yet), or how tired/annoyed/happy/overwhelmed I feel at that moment.

So besides this post, the one about baby's sex, and letting you know when s/he comes, that's about all I'm going to bug the cyber world with.

I do continue to hope and pray that some of my close friends trying to get pregnant will have their luck change soon. Each month that passed that we weren't getting pregnant felt like a stab to the heart. It was hard to not think that something was wrong. Also, it seemed like every woman in a 5 mile radius of me was pregnant. I even blocked some people from my Facebook feeds because it made me sad to read their pregnancy updates.

Anywho, here's the picture I posted on Facebook as proof that I've got a baby in my belly:

I'm feeling pretty legit. In fact, I'm too legit. I'm too legit to quit. (Really, it has a fast heartbeat, fingerprints, and peach fuzz. We're in this for the long haul).

Well, NeveChild. I look forward to seeing a creepy picture of you via ultrasound in a few weeks (honestly, those pictures freak me out), and embarrassing the crap out of you for the rest of your life.

Adventure awaits!