Now for details
I'm 15 weeks as of yesterday, which makes me due on July 6th.
Back in late October when my grandfather passed away, I started getting really hungry, I just felt like a bottomless pit. So I took a test one morning - got a really obvious YES, snuck back into bed (I took the test at 3am, I couldn't wait ok?!), and not so patiently waited for Robert to wake up. When he did I just leaned over and said, "Well, it says I'm pregnant." Not your "we're having a baby I Love Lucy special" but it sure did wake Robert up as I believe his reaction was "huuuhhh??" in a grunting awake sort of way. I think it's right up there with "Will you marry me man?" (true story.)
So for the next month and a half I became a recluse, stopped running (I don't want to talk about it.) acquired a taste for 3 breakfasts a day (6am, 7am, and 8:30am), and would rather not remember Thanksgiving 2010 for the rest of my life - not the company, well yes the company of one gummy bear baby in my belly making me crazy miserable.
We announced the pregnancy to both our families on Christmas, Robert's family (some of them) on Christmas Eve, and my family on Christmas. Everyone is really excited, and now that everyone knows it has me actually believing I get to have a baby! A squishy little love of my own.
We get to find out if it's a boy or girl on February 7th, Robert really wants a boy, therefore I think it's a boy, but we'll see if we get surprised! This will be grandchild #50 for Robert's mom and grandchild #6 for my mom!
"Morning" sickness is a million times better since Thanksgiving, but I'm still not 100% out of the woods (2nd trimester, where are you?). I'm emotional, cry at the drop of a hat in church or to any movie. And I really like candy - combine that with not running and well, gross.
It's crazy to believe that one little crush I had on a guy in my ward has now turned into us making a babe. told you I was emotional.
