I'm not one who finds pleasure in nurturing secrets. That's not to say I can't keep a secret - I can - but given the choice, I'd really rather not. Especially when it's something tantalizing, like me being pregnant.
So after 12 weeks of keeping the news inside my inner most circle of pepes, the word is out and I can finally blab it to anyone and everyone.
And now that it's not a secret anymore, it's starting to feel real. It's not just my fancy, I really do have a little tiny (almost five inches, as of next week) baby inside of me.
Why does people knowing make it feel real?
Other things that make it feel real:
1. The sudden, unexpected urge to barf on Sunday morning while driving to the Laughing Moon, for breakfast. Fortunately, that didn't happen - it just disappeared after about five minutes like nothing ever happened - but it was close enough that I had Kyle pull over and I actually opened the door, ready to heave.
2. The very beginning outlines of what's commonly referred to as "the bump."
3. The sudden hits of intense hunger, just prior to meal time, as though lunch, for example, was supposed to be two hours ago and I STILL haven't eaten anything, not even breakfast, even though I did and it's only 11:45 a.m. or similar. Actually, this phenomenon is starting to pass now, but it was weird while it was there.
Things that aren't helping make it feel real:
1. No morning sickness. Aside from Sunday's outburst, I haven't really felt sick. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining - it's just one of those things that you expect to come with the package.
2. No cravings (yet!). No, that aforementioned hunger thing does not count because it's an intense hunger for normal food, and a normal amount - not, like, a gallon of rockyroad ice cream with spicy pickles, or chocolate dipped in mayonaise. In fact, if anything I've felt a loss of appetite. This sometimes makes things complicated when Kyle asks, "What do you want for supper?" Me: "Would a piece of bread and a handful of grapes work for you?"
Anyway, it is real and we're all very excited around here. So forgive me if I rant a little bit too much on this blog in the next little while - I've got 13 weeks to make up for!
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Keep it coming. It's really good to keep a record of how you feel and all the changes that take place. It will be interesting to read years down the road, or even compare with a second, or third pregnancy. My two pregnancies were so different, and I'm sure that if I did it again, it would a completely different experience. I hope you can enjoy the whole experience.
FRABJOUS DAY! So, so happy for you both! How very exciting! Blog away, I want every little detail...
Yay! This is such wonderful, spectacular news! And to prove it, I'm overusing exclamation points.
Okay, so I've known for like two weeks, and could've known sooner had I been swifter of mind and put the fact that you were off caffienne together with anything other than it just being a new kick, soon to pass. But I didn't pick up what was, in hindsight, so obviously being thrown down.
Which brings me to the the first subsection in a rather un-nerving event, which begins: I hear that (temporary)loss of intelligence is one of the symptoms of pregnancy! Happy thought, no doubt. But then, why oh why, was I the one, today, who thought she was in a turning lane waiting for a green arrow, then when the arrow came, suddenly realized half way through the intersection that it was not, in fact, a turning lane at all, but a through lane, straight into angry mall traffic, so then had to commit, though it earned for me nasty gestures from all around?!
If I didn't know better, I'd go wee on a wand right now!
But wait for it, my rather convuluted road to my point is yet to come...
When my sister was pregnant, several hundreds of kilometers away I'll note, I began to smell the same weird smells she complained of, before she complained of them! AND, after she delivered, we BOTH began to lose our hair!
So, while it seemed a sympathetic phenomenon with Daphne, I'm hoping it's not also possible to suffer the vicarious loss of IQ points I certainly need for myself. Or am I? Because if not, then who to blame?!
Umm, I haven't lost my IQ though. Perhaps you'll just do it for me ;-) Kyle has already taken on the job of cravings. I'm happy to divvy out other pregnancy tasks, too - labour pains anyone?
Not that one, but if your hair happens to get thicker (as some womens do) I'll take that one for you. Rachel's hair got soooo thick and never returned to normal. She used to wish for thick hair and now would give anything for the thinner hair she had BP.
I love you, and am sorry I haven't written earlier.
I'm really glad you're having a baby. I look forward to the unusual locutions it will bring into my life whenever we meet.
Many congratulations
Its maybe a bit random that I happen to be web browsing on your blog instead of paying online bills, but what an exciting post to come across!! CONGRATS!
I hate that its true, but that Johnson & Johnson ad is spot on: having a baby changes everything. Did I say EVERYTHING???
Ha! So I've heard, Kirsten! Funny how existing parents all point that out with no small sense of delight - and often a slightly wicked gleam in their eye. What can I say - adventure beckons!
Torbjorn, Peter - thanks! Amanda - be careful what you wish for ;-)
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