So. Here we are. Blogging from our new house!
A couple of weeks ago, I flew to Hometown for a birthday party, but
mainly to tell my family I was expecting. They took it.... well. I told
my Daddy at the airport when he picked me up. I wasn't sure I could keep
quiet the 30 minutes from the airport back home. So he found out in the
parking lot of the Monroe Regional Airport. He cried and giggled for
about 5 minutes before he could compose himself enough to take the car
out of Park.
From there, we went to my g'rents house, where I told them. My gma, a
pretty calm lady, handled the news with a simple "congrats." I thought
that was a smidge strange given her neeeeed for a "great grandbaby."
Well, turns out, I shocked her into silence. Her later and continued
excitement has been nothing short of ridiculous. I love it.
I was also able to tell my two best friends in Hometown. They are two
very important people, and I wanted to tell them in person. So Fertile
Myrtle and Kat are both stupid excited as well.
I go back for my 12 week ultrasound and bloodwork on Thursday. I am very
nervous and excited. I'll be going alone since Bob has to work. I keep
thinking, what if something has happened. But then I throw up again or
someone hugs me and kills my boobs. Those are not so gentle reminders
that I still have symptoms of pregnancy.
As I think I have stated before, I am scared shitless of miscarriage.
The wife of one of Bob's friends had one last month, at 8 weeks. She's
had a long hard year, losing her first baby last year during childbirth
due to her dumbass doctor. And now losing her second after 8 weeks. I
cry for her daily. I cry for her and pray for both of us.
