So on Monday I went down to the doctor to have an official test and talk to the doctor and get my numbers figured out.
I dunno about you, but I totally hate peeing in a cup, there really isn't any neat and tidy way to do it and it's just so awkward handing someone a cup of your pee. Anyway, the doctors assistant, who also turned out to be a doula, gave me the good news that we were in fact expecting. She imputed my numbers and came up with (without an ultrasound, to come a bit later) that I am around 8 weeks along. Whoo hoo! Which gives me a proposed due date of September 21st. Which means I am going to be a big fat cow all summer! It's a good thing I don't mind letting my belly hang out cuz this mama is gonna be rocking a bikini allllll summer loooonnnggg. That's right.
My sister-in-law has been giving me advice throughout the process and told me her favorite maternity jeans are from Motherhood and run about $50. Not to be outdid I told my mom I NEEDED these, as my regular Old Navy jeans are looking like freaking mom jeans on my ever expanding waistline. So my mom, being the spend thrift she is started looking around thrift stores and got me a black pair of pants, jean shorts, jeans and like 6 tops for $30. Holla! Most of this stuff is brand new with tags on, or just slightly worn. I mean, come on, you only wear them for 6 months, how much wear and tear can be inflicted in that time? Everything right now is too big on me, but I'm excited that I'll have some "fat pants" for later.
My mom also mailed me a book called "The Everything Pregnancy Book" which is actually pretty informative. It's equally awesome and horrifying as I read about the months to come and all the tests and blood drawn I'm going to be involved in. I've been reading a chapter about all the things that can go wrong, like gestational diabetes and certain blood disorders you can magically "catch" and I had to put the book down for a bit cuz I was starting to get woozy.
This weekend we have Audrey (Charlie's 5 year old daughter) and we've decided that we're not going to tell her we're pregnant for a few more weeks until we know what we're having. It's not that we don't want to, it's just that we don't want to hear "What is it gonna be? Is it a girl? Is it a boy? What is it?" for the next 8 weeks. Trust us here, it's easier this way.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Telling the Parents
So yesterday Charlie and I decided to tell our parents. This was prompted by my mom deciding to come up to the salon for some highlights and a haircut. I had knots in my stomach all day trying to figure out how I would tell her. I was worried she would be upset with me, since we aren't married yet, although my mom got pregnant with me while she was living with my dad, at age 25.
While her foils were processing I took her outside and told her she was going to be a grandma. She told me she had a feeling that's what I was going to say (although, I have NO idea how she would know) and then she patted my tummy and started crying, which made me cry. She asked me all the basic questions, how far along I was, if I was taking vitamins and eating right, and when we were going to get married.
Charlie called his mom and had pretty much the same results. She was kinda peeved at him because last week she was texting us about how she needed more Grandbabies and we told her to chill out cuz she already had 2 on the way (both of my "sister-in-laws" are due in April) and we were teasing her a bit, even though we already knew.
My dad called me last night, after my mom told him, to say he was behind us 100% and that he's excited and proud of us. My mom even started texting my family and telling them, but I had to put a stop to that before she got too out of control. We would like to wait another month or so before telling the world, just to be safe.
On my way home from work I stopped by Albertson's and grabbed some food for dinner and satisfied some cravings I'd been having. As gross as it sounds I grabbed a box of... wait for it... POPTARTS. I haven't had a PopTart since I was a kid, but for some reason a Strawberry PopTart sounded like the MOST amazing thing ever. I also grabbed a bag of Salt&Vinegar chips because Jen (one of the pregnant Sister-in-laws) told me they taste even BETTER when you're pregnant, and she was right! And of course another 2-liter of Gingerale because it seems like that, chamomile tea and water is all I can keep down. My mom also recommended some red wine, so I grabbed a bottle, but I couldn't do it.
While her foils were processing I took her outside and told her she was going to be a grandma. She told me she had a feeling that's what I was going to say (although, I have NO idea how she would know) and then she patted my tummy and started crying, which made me cry. She asked me all the basic questions, how far along I was, if I was taking vitamins and eating right, and when we were going to get married.
Charlie called his mom and had pretty much the same results. She was kinda peeved at him because last week she was texting us about how she needed more Grandbabies and we told her to chill out cuz she already had 2 on the way (both of my "sister-in-laws" are due in April) and we were teasing her a bit, even though we already knew.
My dad called me last night, after my mom told him, to say he was behind us 100% and that he's excited and proud of us. My mom even started texting my family and telling them, but I had to put a stop to that before she got too out of control. We would like to wait another month or so before telling the world, just to be safe.
On my way home from work I stopped by Albertson's and grabbed some food for dinner and satisfied some cravings I'd been having. As gross as it sounds I grabbed a box of... wait for it... POPTARTS. I haven't had a PopTart since I was a kid, but for some reason a Strawberry PopTart sounded like the MOST amazing thing ever. I also grabbed a bag of Salt&Vinegar chips because Jen (one of the pregnant Sister-in-laws) told me they taste even BETTER when you're pregnant, and she was right! And of course another 2-liter of Gingerale because it seems like that, chamomile tea and water is all I can keep down. My mom also recommended some red wine, so I grabbed a bottle, but I couldn't do it.
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