So, I'm afraid I have to come clean about something with you guys. I haven't been totally, completely honest with you lately. You know I tell you everything right? My blog is my outlet, where I vent, ramble and ask for advice. Well, if there was any a time to be doing all three of these, it'll most definitely be now.
The reason I've been so MIA lately is because my husband and I got a little shock a few weeks ago, turns out, I'm pregnant.
Nine weeks and six days pregnant to be exact. Which is why my little bean looks like, well, a bean. If you look closely though, where the letters CRL are on the right hand side, that's the head. He's kinda crunched up in a boxing pose and is still the size of a grape so I'm afraid that's all you can really see.
Unless you look at the 3D picture they took, then it just looks even more like a blob...
So there you have it, my future offspring. He's the reason I've been so moody, nauseous and crampy. And if it's half this much trouble when it's born, I'll be grateful.
The day we found out, I cried to the point that my doctor sincerely apologized thinking I didn't want my baby. I had to insist that, no, I really was happy, it was just a shock. Regardless of whether or not we planned this, it's sinking in that we're going to be parents and we couldn't be happier.
Every person we told thought we were joking, with the exception of my parents, who guessed I was pregnant when I thought I came down with a case of "food poisoning" at the beginning of the month. My mother in law looked at us and squealed "are you shitting me?!" and screamed, simultaneously with my sister in-law and nieces. My sister cried when I told her on the phone and my friend Lindsey jumped up and down saying she had been wishing for me to get pregnant since before I got married. (Does that mean I can blame her for this? She jinxed me.) My friend Katie punched me when I told her and my boss asked if she could spoil my kid. Which of course she can. She has none of her own so I told her to have at it!
Of course, as soon as I found out, I couldn't help but think "when can I blog this?" From that point forward, it's been like pulling teeth to try and keep this giant secret from you all and convince my family to keep it off of Facebook. Now that I've let the cat out of the bag, you can help me keep my sanity as I try and get through these next nine months. Or 18 years. Whichever. You have my back either way right? ;)