So. The hormones are raging, and the tears are falling. Every single
freaking thing causes me to cry. Commercials. Songs. Thoughts... Every
thing.
The most frequent bringer-oner of tears... thinking of how I'll tell my
Daddy that I'm pregnant. My poor Daddy has been waiting soooo long for a
grandkid. As as I sit here crying, I realize how proud I am to be able
to give him one.
I've arranged for him to pick me up from the airport when I go home in a
couple weeks. If I don't tell him immediately, I don't know if I will
be able to wait until we get back to the g'rents house (30 minutes
away). I certainly can't tell him while he's driving... Dude would
probably run off the road. So then do I tell him at the airport or wait
and tell he and the g'rents all together? Gah!
Mom already knows, I had to tell her to get her input on morning
sickness. She had it for 9 long months with my Brother Little. I knew
she'd have some good suggestions for me. So anyway. It's soooo hard not
to share with everyone yet!
I go to the doctor the day after tomorrow. Squeeeeee!!
