So August seems to be chalk full of birthdays, the most important of which is mine on the 24th! ;)
It was a pretty good birthday. The night before, Sunday, we met my family at the Melting Pot to celebrate both my sister's and my birthdays. Hers is a week before mine on the 17th and we hadn't been able to celebrate because of the issues last Monday....
We started out Monday with a follow up appointment to make sure the miscarriage happened the way it should and learned that things are fine and we can proceed as normal. I did realize that a new doctor is on top of my list of things to do next time around. Actually, the doctors were fine, it was the practice as a whole I wasn't thrilled with. I think it's a case of too many patients. No follow up calls, no information and an impossible phone tree. It is what it is, but I'll be asking around for references on a new OBGYN.
After the appoinment I had some time to kill before a lunch date with friends so I spent it at the mall using some gift cards. I got some great stuff and didn't spend too much money! I then met up with Erin and Stefanie at hero's in Fullerton for lunch. It was great to catch up with both of them. I've known Erin pretty much since birth and Stefanie since Junior High. We've kind of grown apart a little over the last few years and don't see each other nearly enough but when we do get together it's always great!
I had a lovely hour and a half massage at the Body Center and we capped the evening off with dinner at Pepperoni's with friends. I wanted a low key birthday and it's definitly what I got! I also got the best gift from Lee. The Tiffany key necklace I've been drooling over!
Here's a shout out to my fellow August birthdays!
Aug. 15th-Brienne, John Pataky
Aug. 17th-My sister, Stink
Aug. 20th-Maren
Aug. 27th-Cassie Pataky
There's a bunch more people who I don't really talk to much anymore, but I always think of them on their birthdays!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Things happen...
So I wasn't scared for no reason on Monday. I had a miscarriage. It's been a pretty emotional few days, but I'm ready to move on. I'm sick of crying, sick of talking about it. Ready to move on.
The doctor said that it didn't have anything to do with something I did or my body, that it is very common for first pregnancies to end this way. I hadn't had really any symptoms yet and kept thinking that it didn't feel real yet, so I am hoping that it will make it easier to move on.
I did a little research on-line last night and kinda self diagnosed a "Blighted Ovum." Basically when we saw the ultrasound on Monday afternoon there was a sac but I could see that it was empty. A "blighted ovum" occurs when the egg is fertilized and implants but then does not grow. This would explain my lack of symptoms, nothing had probably been happening for a few weeks. The body can apparently recognize when chromosomes are off and an unhealthy baby would result and it is supposed to purge the pregnancy. This doesn't always happen, which is why some people can carry "abnormal" pregnancies to term and deliver the babies. This may sound very callous and selfish, but thank god we didn't have that happen.
The silver lining of all of this is that the doctor said we know a couple things. One, I CAN get pregnant. And two, my body wants to get pregnant (his words, not mine...still trying to figure out exactly what he meant). I've been told by numerous friends that they know of people who had a miscarriage and then got pregnant again within a few months. Apparently (again more internet research) your body is pretty fertile after a miscarriage. That part makes about zero sense to me but I'll take it!
So, I guess we move on like this. I had one blood test yesterday and go back again this afternoon for another. They are looking for the quantity of the pregnancy hormone left in my system. Ideally it should be getting down to zero. My appoinment for Monday is still on and I plan on having a list of questions prepared about all of this. We weren't exactly prepared earlier this week. I wanted to get out of that office as soon as possible and looking back, should have asked a bunch more questions. What "kind" of miscarriage was this (a "blighted ovum" perhaps...)?Like, how much is too much blood? How long before we're, ahem, back in the saddle ;)? Etc., etc.
All in all this has been a learning experience. I've learned that we are ready to be parents. I've learned even more what an amazing husband I have. I've learned that we have the best support network of friends and family we could ever ask for. And I've learned that everything does truly happen for a reason.
This whole not being in control of life thing really does suck though, I'm not gonna lie.
So here's to a new adventure. Not the one I had planned when I started this blog, but an adventure nonetheless. I don't want to stop writing and I don't want to change the name. Because someday (very very soon I hope) it will be fitting once again. :)
The doctor said that it didn't have anything to do with something I did or my body, that it is very common for first pregnancies to end this way. I hadn't had really any symptoms yet and kept thinking that it didn't feel real yet, so I am hoping that it will make it easier to move on.
I did a little research on-line last night and kinda self diagnosed a "Blighted Ovum." Basically when we saw the ultrasound on Monday afternoon there was a sac but I could see that it was empty. A "blighted ovum" occurs when the egg is fertilized and implants but then does not grow. This would explain my lack of symptoms, nothing had probably been happening for a few weeks. The body can apparently recognize when chromosomes are off and an unhealthy baby would result and it is supposed to purge the pregnancy. This doesn't always happen, which is why some people can carry "abnormal" pregnancies to term and deliver the babies. This may sound very callous and selfish, but thank god we didn't have that happen.
The silver lining of all of this is that the doctor said we know a couple things. One, I CAN get pregnant. And two, my body wants to get pregnant (his words, not mine...still trying to figure out exactly what he meant). I've been told by numerous friends that they know of people who had a miscarriage and then got pregnant again within a few months. Apparently (again more internet research) your body is pretty fertile after a miscarriage. That part makes about zero sense to me but I'll take it!
So, I guess we move on like this. I had one blood test yesterday and go back again this afternoon for another. They are looking for the quantity of the pregnancy hormone left in my system. Ideally it should be getting down to zero. My appoinment for Monday is still on and I plan on having a list of questions prepared about all of this. We weren't exactly prepared earlier this week. I wanted to get out of that office as soon as possible and looking back, should have asked a bunch more questions. What "kind" of miscarriage was this (a "blighted ovum" perhaps...)?Like, how much is too much blood? How long before we're, ahem, back in the saddle ;)? Etc., etc.
All in all this has been a learning experience. I've learned that we are ready to be parents. I've learned even more what an amazing husband I have. I've learned that we have the best support network of friends and family we could ever ask for. And I've learned that everything does truly happen for a reason.
This whole not being in control of life thing really does suck though, I'm not gonna lie.
So here's to a new adventure. Not the one I had planned when I started this blog, but an adventure nonetheless. I don't want to stop writing and I don't want to change the name. Because someday (very very soon I hope) it will be fitting once again. :)
Monday, August 17, 2009
Freaking out....
I went to the bathroom at work ealrier and had some blood on the toilet paper (sorry, TMI). I've called the doctor and he is supposed to be calling me back. This is most likely just spotting or what they call implantation bleeding, but it is SCARY AS HELL.
I have been afraid of this for the last 2 weeks. I have been afraid that all of this was in my head. I have been afraid that because we told people right away it would come back to bite me.
I am trying super hard not to be freaked out. Hopefully writing this will get some of the yucky feelings out and I can focus on the positive.
I have been afraid of this for the last 2 weeks. I have been afraid that all of this was in my head. I have been afraid that because we told people right away it would come back to bite me.
I am trying super hard not to be freaked out. Hopefully writing this will get some of the yucky feelings out and I can focus on the positive.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Symptoms?
So I've been reading a ton of websites and What to Expect When You're Expecting and they list a ton of syptoms that I may or may not be experiencing. Anything from exhaustion to nausea and back pain. I could be producing excess saliva or my sense of smell could be heightened. In reading these things it pretty much tells me that anything I could be feeling is quite possibly "normal" for me. The running theme has been "everyone is different."
Great, thanks.
So now I'm left wondering if each particular ache, pain, tummy rumble, nasty smell or bump is in fact a symptom or more in my head. Since Sunday I've felt more tired. But then again, I always felt tired before (I think this could be due to a crappy mattress situation-more on that later). I've had a couple instances of tummy aches, but maybe I'm just noticing them more.
Two things that I am going to attribute to the pregnancy, however, are my crazy sense of smell and my aching back.
I have been noticing the smell of things that I never noticed before. It's not all the time, like right now I cannot smell the celery that my co-worker is munching on from across the room. But certain things really stand out. Like my reusable lunch bag....holy God does it stink. I've febreezed it, let it air out. No go. It smells terrible. And Lee brought Rosine's home for dinner the other night and while it always smells delish I could smell it while he was still outside the house!
My freaking back and neck have been absolutly KILLING me the past few days. I think a lot of this has to do with our terrible mattress (which I am currently trying to talk Lee into replacing with a nice King size memory foam one). I also have heard that this could be a symptom. Okay, so I heard this on the reality shhow Kendra, but still. She went to her doctor, pretty early on in her pregnancy, and complained about a sore back. The doctor said that it could be due to her bones softening to prepare for birth or something like that. I'm gonna just take her word for it(Not really, I'll ask the doctor if this is normal!).
Yesterday, I got a phone call from our health insurance company offering a program called Future Moms. I had to answer a bunch of questions about my health, eating habits, etc. and the nurse on the phone said I probably fell into the "Low Risk" category based on my answers. While I had no reason to feel otherwise, this little bit of info from a "Medical Professional" really helped to ease some of my worries. Now though, I'm super ready for that first appointment. She also said that her estimation is that I am 5 weeks 5 days (yesterday-so 6 days today) along and that my due date would be around April 3rd. She also pointed out that my doctor would probably give me his own version of a due date.
Speaking of due dates.....everywhere I look I am a diferent amount of time along and have a different due date. It's so funny how much this differs. For almost every "calculator" I try I have to put in the first date of my last period (June 30th if you were wondering). Then some ask for average cycle length (didn't really have one) or some can just figure it out from that one date. Apparently there are multiple methods of determining this as well. Counting back 3 months from that date and then adding 7 days, just adding 40 weeks, etc. My best guess is that I am anywhere from 4+ weeks to almost 6 weeks along and am due between April 3rd and 12th.
I have definitly been noticing the bloat that happens almost immediatly with pregnancy. I cannot keep my pants buttoned. Just can't. Especially if I'm sitting. Right now, unbuttoned. It's also way too soon to be thinking about maternity clothes which really kinda sucks. I really want to go out and buy either bigger pants or more sweatpants and gym shorts. I can't really justify that though since I will soon outgrow them. So I'm left with unbuttoned pants.
Maybe soon I'll go out and get a Bella Band. :)
Great, thanks.
So now I'm left wondering if each particular ache, pain, tummy rumble, nasty smell or bump is in fact a symptom or more in my head. Since Sunday I've felt more tired. But then again, I always felt tired before (I think this could be due to a crappy mattress situation-more on that later). I've had a couple instances of tummy aches, but maybe I'm just noticing them more.
Two things that I am going to attribute to the pregnancy, however, are my crazy sense of smell and my aching back.
I have been noticing the smell of things that I never noticed before. It's not all the time, like right now I cannot smell the celery that my co-worker is munching on from across the room. But certain things really stand out. Like my reusable lunch bag....holy God does it stink. I've febreezed it, let it air out. No go. It smells terrible. And Lee brought Rosine's home for dinner the other night and while it always smells delish I could smell it while he was still outside the house!
My freaking back and neck have been absolutly KILLING me the past few days. I think a lot of this has to do with our terrible mattress (which I am currently trying to talk Lee into replacing with a nice King size memory foam one). I also have heard that this could be a symptom. Okay, so I heard this on the reality shhow Kendra, but still. She went to her doctor, pretty early on in her pregnancy, and complained about a sore back. The doctor said that it could be due to her bones softening to prepare for birth or something like that. I'm gonna just take her word for it(Not really, I'll ask the doctor if this is normal!).
Yesterday, I got a phone call from our health insurance company offering a program called Future Moms. I had to answer a bunch of questions about my health, eating habits, etc. and the nurse on the phone said I probably fell into the "Low Risk" category based on my answers. While I had no reason to feel otherwise, this little bit of info from a "Medical Professional" really helped to ease some of my worries. Now though, I'm super ready for that first appointment. She also said that her estimation is that I am 5 weeks 5 days (yesterday-so 6 days today) along and that my due date would be around April 3rd. She also pointed out that my doctor would probably give me his own version of a due date.
Speaking of due dates.....everywhere I look I am a diferent amount of time along and have a different due date. It's so funny how much this differs. For almost every "calculator" I try I have to put in the first date of my last period (June 30th if you were wondering). Then some ask for average cycle length (didn't really have one) or some can just figure it out from that one date. Apparently there are multiple methods of determining this as well. Counting back 3 months from that date and then adding 7 days, just adding 40 weeks, etc. My best guess is that I am anywhere from 4+ weeks to almost 6 weeks along and am due between April 3rd and 12th.
I have definitly been noticing the bloat that happens almost immediatly with pregnancy. I cannot keep my pants buttoned. Just can't. Especially if I'm sitting. Right now, unbuttoned. It's also way too soon to be thinking about maternity clothes which really kinda sucks. I really want to go out and buy either bigger pants or more sweatpants and gym shorts. I can't really justify that though since I will soon outgrow them. So I'm left with unbuttoned pants.
Maybe soon I'll go out and get a Bella Band. :)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Hello....is this thing on?
Okay, so I'm an avid blog reader but never thought I'd end up being a writer as well. A few of my friends have started personal blogs and I've enjoyed getting a glimpse into their feelings about life, etc. (Though I see them practically every day, it's a fresh and exciting perspective!). I've always been concerned that anything I wrote wouldn't be entertaining or funny enough for others to be interested in.
Well, this weekend we got a surprise and I figured that I probably should document and keep track of what's been happening and will be happening. So, I think I'll just jump right in!
We've been thinking about having kids for a while now and had plans (that changed in my mind all the time) of starting about this time. We had a very big wedding we were both quite involved in that being pregnant for would have been a little bit of a bummer for. Then we had a trip to Europe with my family that I wanted to be able to "fully" enjoy.
But then, about 4 or 5 months ago, the baby bug bit me hard! I was insanely jealous of friends who were pregnant or had just had their babies. I found myself crying at one of the bridal showers when a pregnant guest called her young son to say goodnight. I was looking for nursery ideas on-line and saving them in a file on my computer. It was bad. I would take pregnancy tests when I was feeling weird or even when I felt completely normal. I was taking them for the hell of it. And every time, they would be negative. The first negative test I took surprised me with how dissapointed I was. I wanted a baby bad.
I'm not entirely sure how on board Lee was at this point. He clearly didn't mind helping me try ;) but I think he had reservations about whether or not we were ready financially. To be honest, we probably aren't, but if we waited until we were, we'd never have kids. He's excited, don't get me wrong, but he is definitly the more practical of the two of us in this department. I don't see dollar signs where he does and that's probably one of our biggest differences (but that's also a big male/female difference I think....males being the "providers"). Thank God he is this way though, or I would run us into bankruptcy!
Fast forward to the end of June/beginning of July. Lee was about to leave for his annual week of being a counselor at Camp Oakes with the YMCA. I was hoping very badly that I would be able to send him a very exciting care package this year, but alas, negative again. :( I was bummed but kinda forgot about the whole thing fairly quickly. It was quite weird looking back, actually. I had been thinking about it so non-stop before and all of a sudden it got pushed to the back of my mind (maybe my brain already knew....).
We jetted off to Europe and had a very good time exploring and having quite the adventure with my family. We were non-stop for ten days and I didn't really have too much time to think about all of this. We got home and after a day at home I had to go to Las Vegas for two days for work. While there, I talked to one of our Class Ring Service Reps about the baby stuff and she gave me some nice words of encouragement and told me to "keep her posted" (I know she didn't think it would be so fast!).
Then, on Saturday, I found myself an emotional basketcase. I was sad, mopey, tired. Couldn't make up my mind for anything. And the crying.....good Lord. I think Lee wanted to move out. I started crying because he was going to the grocery store. I think the converstation went something like this:
L- "I'm going to the store. I know you're hungry, do you want anything?"
C- (in tears) "NO! I'm not hungry."
L- (walks to the front door-most likely rolling his eyes) "Okay. Let me know if you change your mind."
C- "Wait, I'm coming." (and later in the car) "What is wrong with me?!? Sorry about the crying."
WTF?!? Psycho!!!!! Should have been my first clue.
Later that night I went out with some of the Moosers to (attempt) to go see Gwen Stefani. I told them how I'd cried earlier and a couple of them said "Maybe you're pregnant!" I told them I didn't want to get my hopes up and it was probably PMS or something. That night we got home and I passed the eff out on the couch. I hadn't even done anything to be tired!
Sunday morning. I woke up at 6 a.m. on the dot. My stomach felt weird, not exactly nauseous, just not right. I thought, "what the hell" and grabbed the last pregnancy test in the house and went into our guest bathroom. No joke, not even 30 seconds after I set it on the counter, 2 lines!!! 2 LINES!!!! I yelled "BABE!!!" and Lee could hear the toilet running. So his first response: "Is it overflowing?" I had woken him from a DEAD sleep. I said "No! Come here!" He replied, "Get the plunger." as he stumbled over. He wasn't prepared for the bathroom issue that was ACTUALLY at hand! He looked at the stick, looked at me, then opened his eyes a little more and looked at the stick again. (I wish I had this whole scenario on video!) We then hugged and I started crying!
We had already made plans to see his parents in Laguna Beach for the day (they were housesitting) and we decided (or I did....) that I CANNOT keep a secret and we would HAVE to tell them. Chances were they would ask anyway.
Lee went to get a digital test from the store and I tried to take one of them at home but didn't have enough, ahem, fluid, for the test to work. We had to get going if we were going to be on time (which we never are, and damn, now a kid is going to make us even later...sorry 'bout that) so I proceeded to chug about 2 water bottles on the drive over and immediatly went to their restroom and took test #2. The directions say wait 3 minutes. Didn't have to. Again 30 seconds later, "PREGNANT" pops up on the screen!!!! I stuffed this test back in my purse and nodded to Lee when I walked out of the bathroom.
See, we had this clever plan of how to break the news to his parents. We were going to the Sawdust Festival with them and we were planning on casually looking at some baby clothes or items and mentioning it that way. Remember the 2 bottles of water I chugged earlier? Those ruined our plan.
As soon as we got to the festival I had to pee again and when I walked out of the bathroom, Lee's mom said something like "You've had to visit the restroom a lot. Any news?" I looked at Lee and shocked said "Did you tell them?!?" And his reply, "No, but you just did."
Cool, Crystal. Couldn't even keep it together for an hour!
Next up we had to tell my parents. We went by their house (and woke my Dad up from a nap) and kind of just blurted it out. They were excited too, though I'm pretty sure we shocked the hell out my Dad! My sister was there too and when her friend came to pick her up to go to the beach we got our first "reaction." Sister told her friend and she started screaming and running around the front porch! It was very cute and I'm pretty sure I caught Sister trying to sneakily wipe away a tear. She will be the most AMAZING Aunt!
We called Lee's sister and told her and her family the news (another scream from our neice!) and then invited some friends via text for a BBQ at the pool that night. One of the Moosers said she and her Mr. wouldn't be able to make it and I replied "Just Come. ;)" This pretty much gave it away to her and amid many excited texts, my favorite had to be "I'm crying! Should I be crying about a BBQ?!!"
We picked up a bottle of sparkling cider to bring to the pool and once we got there and all the Moosers were gathered, I suggested we pop a bottle (not an uncommon beverage for this group). I pulled out the cider and put it on the table. Two of the Moosers looked at it confused, "Is that a European champagne?" and then looked at the giant grin on my face. Screams!!!! I'm sure the other residents at the Positano pool were also thrilled with my news.
So, obviously, we're not waiting until 12 weeks or after the first trimester. I've pretty much told everyone. From what I can tell, I'm about 4 to 5 weeks along and that would make me due at the beginning of April 2010. I am beyond excited, but also a little nervous and scared. I'm trying to be as positive as possible and I know that everything will be fine. But there is that little twinge that is being careful. Don't get too excited. What if something happens? Whatever. I've been pushing those thoughts far away and I won't LET anything happen. This is it for us. Our family is getting bigger and Bentley will be a Big Brother (let's hope his poo eating habit is kicked by April though)!
My first doctors appoinment is scheduled for my 27th birthday, August 24th, and our first ultrasound is on the 26th.
My goal with this blog is to document this pregnancy as much as possible. I hope it's something that our kids can look back on and learn about Mom and Dad before they were "Mom and Dad."
Wow.......so much for not being a big writer! ;)
Well, this weekend we got a surprise and I figured that I probably should document and keep track of what's been happening and will be happening. So, I think I'll just jump right in!
We've been thinking about having kids for a while now and had plans (that changed in my mind all the time) of starting about this time. We had a very big wedding we were both quite involved in that being pregnant for would have been a little bit of a bummer for. Then we had a trip to Europe with my family that I wanted to be able to "fully" enjoy.
But then, about 4 or 5 months ago, the baby bug bit me hard! I was insanely jealous of friends who were pregnant or had just had their babies. I found myself crying at one of the bridal showers when a pregnant guest called her young son to say goodnight. I was looking for nursery ideas on-line and saving them in a file on my computer. It was bad. I would take pregnancy tests when I was feeling weird or even when I felt completely normal. I was taking them for the hell of it. And every time, they would be negative. The first negative test I took surprised me with how dissapointed I was. I wanted a baby bad.
I'm not entirely sure how on board Lee was at this point. He clearly didn't mind helping me try ;) but I think he had reservations about whether or not we were ready financially. To be honest, we probably aren't, but if we waited until we were, we'd never have kids. He's excited, don't get me wrong, but he is definitly the more practical of the two of us in this department. I don't see dollar signs where he does and that's probably one of our biggest differences (but that's also a big male/female difference I think....males being the "providers"). Thank God he is this way though, or I would run us into bankruptcy!
Fast forward to the end of June/beginning of July. Lee was about to leave for his annual week of being a counselor at Camp Oakes with the YMCA. I was hoping very badly that I would be able to send him a very exciting care package this year, but alas, negative again. :( I was bummed but kinda forgot about the whole thing fairly quickly. It was quite weird looking back, actually. I had been thinking about it so non-stop before and all of a sudden it got pushed to the back of my mind (maybe my brain already knew....).
We jetted off to Europe and had a very good time exploring and having quite the adventure with my family. We were non-stop for ten days and I didn't really have too much time to think about all of this. We got home and after a day at home I had to go to Las Vegas for two days for work. While there, I talked to one of our Class Ring Service Reps about the baby stuff and she gave me some nice words of encouragement and told me to "keep her posted" (I know she didn't think it would be so fast!).
Then, on Saturday, I found myself an emotional basketcase. I was sad, mopey, tired. Couldn't make up my mind for anything. And the crying.....good Lord. I think Lee wanted to move out. I started crying because he was going to the grocery store. I think the converstation went something like this:
L- "I'm going to the store. I know you're hungry, do you want anything?"
C- (in tears) "NO! I'm not hungry."
L- (walks to the front door-most likely rolling his eyes) "Okay. Let me know if you change your mind."
C- "Wait, I'm coming." (and later in the car) "What is wrong with me?!? Sorry about the crying."
WTF?!? Psycho!!!!! Should have been my first clue.
Later that night I went out with some of the Moosers to (attempt) to go see Gwen Stefani. I told them how I'd cried earlier and a couple of them said "Maybe you're pregnant!" I told them I didn't want to get my hopes up and it was probably PMS or something. That night we got home and I passed the eff out on the couch. I hadn't even done anything to be tired!
Sunday morning. I woke up at 6 a.m. on the dot. My stomach felt weird, not exactly nauseous, just not right. I thought, "what the hell" and grabbed the last pregnancy test in the house and went into our guest bathroom. No joke, not even 30 seconds after I set it on the counter, 2 lines!!! 2 LINES!!!! I yelled "BABE!!!" and Lee could hear the toilet running. So his first response: "Is it overflowing?" I had woken him from a DEAD sleep. I said "No! Come here!" He replied, "Get the plunger." as he stumbled over. He wasn't prepared for the bathroom issue that was ACTUALLY at hand! He looked at the stick, looked at me, then opened his eyes a little more and looked at the stick again. (I wish I had this whole scenario on video!) We then hugged and I started crying!
We had already made plans to see his parents in Laguna Beach for the day (they were housesitting) and we decided (or I did....) that I CANNOT keep a secret and we would HAVE to tell them. Chances were they would ask anyway.
Lee went to get a digital test from the store and I tried to take one of them at home but didn't have enough, ahem, fluid, for the test to work. We had to get going if we were going to be on time (which we never are, and damn, now a kid is going to make us even later...sorry 'bout that) so I proceeded to chug about 2 water bottles on the drive over and immediatly went to their restroom and took test #2. The directions say wait 3 minutes. Didn't have to. Again 30 seconds later, "PREGNANT" pops up on the screen!!!! I stuffed this test back in my purse and nodded to Lee when I walked out of the bathroom.
See, we had this clever plan of how to break the news to his parents. We were going to the Sawdust Festival with them and we were planning on casually looking at some baby clothes or items and mentioning it that way. Remember the 2 bottles of water I chugged earlier? Those ruined our plan.
As soon as we got to the festival I had to pee again and when I walked out of the bathroom, Lee's mom said something like "You've had to visit the restroom a lot. Any news?" I looked at Lee and shocked said "Did you tell them?!?" And his reply, "No, but you just did."
Cool, Crystal. Couldn't even keep it together for an hour!
Next up we had to tell my parents. We went by their house (and woke my Dad up from a nap) and kind of just blurted it out. They were excited too, though I'm pretty sure we shocked the hell out my Dad! My sister was there too and when her friend came to pick her up to go to the beach we got our first "reaction." Sister told her friend and she started screaming and running around the front porch! It was very cute and I'm pretty sure I caught Sister trying to sneakily wipe away a tear. She will be the most AMAZING Aunt!
We called Lee's sister and told her and her family the news (another scream from our neice!) and then invited some friends via text for a BBQ at the pool that night. One of the Moosers said she and her Mr. wouldn't be able to make it and I replied "Just Come. ;)" This pretty much gave it away to her and amid many excited texts, my favorite had to be "I'm crying! Should I be crying about a BBQ?!!"
We picked up a bottle of sparkling cider to bring to the pool and once we got there and all the Moosers were gathered, I suggested we pop a bottle (not an uncommon beverage for this group). I pulled out the cider and put it on the table. Two of the Moosers looked at it confused, "Is that a European champagne?" and then looked at the giant grin on my face. Screams!!!! I'm sure the other residents at the Positano pool were also thrilled with my news.
So, obviously, we're not waiting until 12 weeks or after the first trimester. I've pretty much told everyone. From what I can tell, I'm about 4 to 5 weeks along and that would make me due at the beginning of April 2010. I am beyond excited, but also a little nervous and scared. I'm trying to be as positive as possible and I know that everything will be fine. But there is that little twinge that is being careful. Don't get too excited. What if something happens? Whatever. I've been pushing those thoughts far away and I won't LET anything happen. This is it for us. Our family is getting bigger and Bentley will be a Big Brother (let's hope his poo eating habit is kicked by April though)!
My first doctors appoinment is scheduled for my 27th birthday, August 24th, and our first ultrasound is on the 26th.
My goal with this blog is to document this pregnancy as much as possible. I hope it's something that our kids can look back on and learn about Mom and Dad before they were "Mom and Dad."
Wow.......so much for not being a big writer! ;)
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