flashback friday

Wow. As I read the below entry from November 2006 (there were only two, so my options were limited) that once five-inch baby was in his room above me throwing a collosal temper tantrum because I wouldn't let him rampage through the house while I sat helplessly watching whilst feeding his baby sister. It's one of those situations that never crossed my mind three years ago. I'm just saying.

TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 2006
the secret's out

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 peeps, 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!