Getting Preggo

Today I’m 20 weeks pregnant.  Half way to what I expect will be one of the most life altering moments I’ll ever experience.

Fittingly, I woke up with Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer” stuck in my head.  (You know – “Whoaaa, we’re half way there”).  Awesome – happy Tuesday!

I’ve started to feel teensy tiny baby movements, which has to be one of the coolest things I’ve ever felt.  Finally some “proof” that there’s actually a baby in there (and that I’m not just getting pudgy with a superhuman sense of smell).  I think I felt them for the first time almost 2 weeks ago, and even in just 2 short weeks they’ve gotten significantly stronger.  At first I could only feel them if I laid perfectly still on my back and kept my hands on my little bump, but now I’ll feel them at the dinner table, or watching tv.  It honestly feels a little alien-esque!  It’s awesome.  Josh finally felt some significant “bumps” last night, and I know it just made his evening.  Up until now, I’m not sure he knew what he was feeling for, but last night baby gave a few swift kicks that moved both of our hands.

In other pregnancy news, I’m finally back up to my pre-pregnancy weight.  I can’t believe it took me that long to get back.  I was sure that through the holidays I’d gain quickly, but body and baby had other plans.  Regardless, I’m thrilled because this means that I finally get to start eating normally.

In the beginning I didn’t eat a damn thing – lived off G2 gatorade and one taco bell bean burrito a day.  I just can’t believe that’s the ONLY thing that didn’t make me want to hurl!  It’s got to be drunk college kids and pregnant women keeping that place alive.  After that I was just eating everything in sight to try to gain my 10lbs back.  I was so worried about baby’s development falling behind that I was packing in calories left and right. (Not that I’m complaining, mind you.  It was deliciously amazing). Now I’m finally where I should be, so I can start to eat yummy, but healthy, foods regularly.

However, I’m still not giving up the TB or the ice cream.  Sorry baby 🙂


Last Wednesday morning I woke up and peed on a little plastic stick.  I waited until the day after my birthday because I didn’t feel like the disappointment of another negative pregnancy test on my birthday.  I’d already seen plenty of them this year, and the thought of seeing that little blue horizontal line looking pathetically up at me on my 27th birthday morning was not the way I wanted to start my day.  So I put it off until Wednesday, figuring I’d be happy on my birthday, and deal with the disappointment of another fruitless month later.

So on Wednesday I woke up and prepared myself for yet another disheartening morning.  I mean, we’d been trying for 9 months, and nothing had come of it so far.  Hell, I hadn’t even registered on the ovulation kit a few months.  But this time had been different.  This time the lonely blue horizontal line wasn’t so lonely.  It had a little intersecting friend.  And that little intersecting friend said very clearly that our lives were going to change forever.

It has become such a normal, nonchalant question to ask those married without children

So, are you two trying yet?
Ya’ll thinking about having kids?
How much longer till you have one of THESE (rubs giant belly/holds up drooling baby)
Hurry up and HAVE! SOME! BABIES!!

Maybe the last one is just what my inner catholic guilt yells every time I see my mom. Not really the point.

The point IS, it’s an awkward question, because no matter how you answer there will be judgment or uncomfortable follow up questions. If you say No, people assume that a) you never want kids, or b) you hate children, and WHO HATES THE BABIES?? If you say Yes, even more uncomfortable questions follow, but more importantly, people know that you’re actually doing IT. You know…IT.

I already have this paranoia about being uber pregnant – I mean, I might as well wear a sandwich board that says “DID THE NASTY”. I don’t need people knowing before I can distract them with a cute baby bump.

I tried the whole “We’re not trying, but we’re not preventing”, but that’s even more awkward. Yeah, we do it a lot…without a condom. Mom. Umm, no thank you. I like to veil my sex life behind my pretty catholic school upbringing – i.e. we only do it for the chilluns.

So what’s the best answer?  Say Yes then wink and/or take a shot?  OMG just kidding…winking is creepy.