Doctor Visit and New Clothes!

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.