The last three weeks have been insane……in a sort of unbelievable and unexpected way.
Actually I guess it started four weeks ago when I was at the D6 conference from that Wednesday to Friday. We were up early every morning and in bed late every night so I attributed the exhaustion to just not getting enough sleep and the full days…and excitement about being there. I was starving the whole time….even though I ate HUGE meals. Of course I just assumed that was because I wasn’t grazing all day like I usually do at home. The weirdest thing was that some of my favorite foods seem to make my sick. Hotel breakfast biscuit and gravy? Couldn’t finish it. OJ? Thought I would throw it up after a couple sips. Pretty much anything in a creamy sauce? Ick.
After getting home and only being more (and more and more and more) exhausted, I assumed I was getting sick. I’m a germ catcher….and I had just spent three days in a hotel room, sitting in chairs many others had sat in, bumping into people in the crowded hallways at the convention center, using a public restroom 99% of the time I was in Dallas, and eating out every meal. Surely I was coming down with something.
It was a busy weekend with a lot of different activities…inside and out. Exhausting. I was a sweaty mess at church. I just didn’t have enough energy to keep up, it seemed. But then again, I was getting sick.
By Tuesday, I had decided I couldn’t be sick because I never felt any worse or developed any other symptoms. I also realized I was a week late but I was a week late the previous month too. I imagined losing 15 pounds and working out so much had thrown off my schedule. But it was weird because I hadn’t done that much in September. Five weeks between two monthly cycles wasn’t cool….especially since I’m a consistant 28-day kind of girl.
So do you know where I’m going with this? Yeah. Tuesday morning I took off to the local store to buy a pregnancy test, thinking that if I took this extreme-crazy-unnecessary trip to the store for a test I would surely start my period on the way. Sure enough, not even half way there I thought I had started. Laughed at myself and turned around toward home.
Only I hadn’t.
I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat after a horrible, terrible, no-good, very bad nightmare…..which unfortunately happens to be another symptom for me.
I knew then. The only thing that threw me was the fact that I wasn’t terribly sick. Some things make me queasy. I realized I would feel sick if I was hungry or ate too much. AND a big one…..if I’m upset, I get super sick.
I told Bo and he said “whatever.” So I took another trip to the store. This time I made it all the way there and purchased what I still kind of thought would be a waste of money.
That thing showed positive before I ever even set it on the counter! I about had a heart attack. I sent a picture to Bo, a friend who knew, and one other person. I wasn’t the only one shocked! 🙂
Since then I have taken a couple more tests. I just don’t FEEL that pregnant. Besides being tired all the time, I’m hardly sick but I guess that’s only because I know what I can and can’t eat now. With all four boys, I was sick to the point of not being able to take good care of them. I could barely function. It was awful. This time I wake up starving with a queasy stomach. I eat and it goes away until I’m hungry again. I eat and…..that’s the pattern. Sugary foods and saucy dishes makes me a little sick. That’s about it so far.
This is a HUGE surprise. Totally unexpected. Bo is so excited and giddy. I’m getting there. I know this is a blessing. I know I will be excited and giddy. I love babies. I love my boys. I can totally see another child fitting right into our family. Right now I’m just so incredibly tired…and still a little shocked. Keeping up with four boys at home and all of their activities while the hubs is four hours away five days a week is exhausting all by itself. Add in first trimester fatigue, and I’m barely making it some days. I know it will get better once I get past this part…..it’s only a few more weeks anyway.
We haven’t told many people up until now. Mostly people we knew would be supportive and excited. Also there were several other family events that we didn’t want to interrupt. I mailed out postcards to our parents this week so we will start telling other people now. Honestly after some negative reactions about my last pregnancy from family who thought we already had plenty of children, I’m having a hard time telling anyone.
I’ve forced myself to tell a few close friends and then started branching out this last weekend, telling people I knew I could trust to keep it a secret. We haven’t told the boys yet, mostly because we didn’t want them burdened with trying to keep it a secret. However in the last three weeks, all four of them have made some comment about how having another baby sibling would be cool. Drake even asked if he could be a big brother sometime, like his big brothers.
Yes, Drake. Yes you can. 🙂
By this weekend, though, almost everyone will know…..thanks to Facebook. 🙂
Once all the announcing is over, the fun can begin. Shopping, doctor appointments, and ultrasounds.
WE’RE HAVING A BABY!!!!!!