The Backstory.

Well, remember last week's post when I said that nothing was going on in my life? I technically lied.

It all started out last Sunday, when we went to Hershey Park with the family. Sunday morning I made myself a sandwich thin with almond butter and chia seeds. Nothing unusual in that breakfast, but it made me gag. I actually couldn't finish it because I was nauseous from it, but I didn't really think anything of it. We went to Hershey, and I felt fine all day. I went on roller coasters, and had a ball with my family. Monday and Tuesday I was back to feeling nauseous, and didn't really have an appetite for anything. I was overly emotional, I cried at a commercial and at the end of Cool Runnings. I still didn't really think anything of it, although there was that part in the back of my brain that was thinking that just maybe I could be pregnant, but I wrote it off, thinking that if we didn't get pregnant when we were trying, why would we when we weren't actively trying?

I was playing with the idea of taking a pregnancy test that I bought way back in the summer, but I didn't want to jinx it and just let myself down, so I told myself if there was no period by Sunday, I would take it then. But Tuesday came, and I didn't feel like myself, I wasn't hungry, I was nauseous and so without talking it over with Mr. Skinny, I decided to take the test. He knew I was going to take it, but he didn't think anything of it, he just thought that I was reading too far into something.

Well, I took the test, and that second blue line came up.

There I was, just sitting on the toilet, hand over my mouth, in shock at what I saw.

Mr. Skinny called in and said, "It's negative, right?" Um, yeah, I didn't answer that.

I walked out with the test, and asked, "Are you ready to be a daddy?"

His face was priceless. "Really?" "Yep" And I showed him the test.

We spent the rest of the night talking, and I ended up not falling asleep until about 2am or so, although Mr. Skinny fell right asleep. I started a pregnancy journal/letters to my baby, just writing how I felt. Then I realized that Pop Pop wouldn't be around to see his first great-grandchild, and I started crying. I wrote about that, and just reflected on everything that's going on.

So far, I feel pretty good. I have some nausea at night, but I haven't thrown up yet, and it's been enough that I haven't had to lie about anything or run away from a food and make it look suspicious to my family. I don't have an appetite for anything really, when I get hungry, nothing sounds good to me, and that's the most annoying part. But once I start eating, I feel fine. I get full really, really quickly. I need to eat mini portions, and I feel full for hours! But then, all of a sudden, I'm starving again. I get winded really quickly, too, and even though I know that I wasn't running as much in the past month, I don't think I'd loose my level of fitness that quickly.

I've been praying for God to work on my mom since the summer. I know she's going to think we're too young and not ready, but this is a decision between me, Mr. Skinny, and God. I just hope she doesn't say something hurtful, I mean I am carrying her first grandchild. I know Mr. Skinny's family will be thrilled. Not a weekend goes by where there isn't a question about when that first baby is going to come. This weekend it was a hint, hint, nudge, nudge about when a baby is coming so that Mr. Skinny's great-grandma would turn into a great-great grandma. I just laughed it off and had the biggest smile inside. They'll find out soon enough.

As I mentioned on Monday, October 17th is our first doctor's appointment. I specifically made it for a Monday so that my mom works a long day and she won't be wondering where we're going. We'll tell everyone after that. I'd actually be okay with telling people now, but Mr. Skinny's family is so big, and the word would spread like wildfire in the family. I'd rather not say anything until we know for sure, and I have some proof that this pregnancy isn't just in my head.

Okay, enough rambling. Sorry for a long post with no pictures, but I showed you the only pictures I have on Monday.

Tell me:


How would you/did you tell your family you were pregnant?