Big Booty.

So. I'm at that stage where I don't look pregnant, but my clothes don't fit any more. My boobs are too big, and my belly is too bloated. Today, I stopped at Target to pick up some maternity clothes. Guess what Target sucks at? Maternity clothes. They had ONE PAIR of maternity pants. ONE. So I bought a belly band. Hopefully that will help my tight waist band issues. My pants still "fit" but they get a smidge tight when I sit down. As far as the boobs go, I'm still looking for options. My plan is to hit up Destination Maternity this weekend. I don't need much, just some clothes for work mainly.

The few people who know I'm pregnant are counting down to Thursday. Everyone is stupid excited to share our news. I'm ready to tell all of my friends too. It's hard keeping something like this a secret! However, once Thursday around 10am happens, it'll spread like wild fire, I'm sure.

Pictures to come!!!

11 weeks!!

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.

A crying jig. Or twelve.

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!!