Mother of all news

Ryan and I have brilliant news. I am with child! I was actually already 7 1/2 weeks when we learned the good news, and now I'm a little over 12 weeks. So far the baby is taking it very easy on me, and with just a few days left of my first trimester, I've managed to get through it with very few symptoms. I really haven't had any sickness, a day or two of feeling a little woozy has been the sum total. Ryan is starting to get used to early bed times, I'm usually out of it by 8:30 and ready to curl up and fall asleep. I do have a little pot belly emerging, which I'm finding reassuring, since for now it is really my only hint that there's a tiny baby inside me.

Journal Excerpt for the day we found out:

"I placed the test on the counter while I washed my face. Ryan was making breakfast and I was about to go and find him in the kitchen when I gave the test a cursive glance. It didn't look the same as usual. There was a second line. It was a little fainter than the other one, but I was pretty sure it was there. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe I was just willing it to be there. I held it and stared.

I was a little puzzled. I really didn't feel pregnant. I expected that somehow I'd just know that my body was different and that there was a tiny baby growing inside it. Yet here I was, standing in the bathroom feeling the same as I did every other morning. Carrying the test, still staring at it, I made my way into the kitchen. Ryan turned around to smile at me. I think he was expecting me to say good morning, or, what's cooking? Instead I asked him a different question, without ever really looking up. I couldn't tear my eyes way from the test, which may, or may not have told me I was going to be a mother.

"Is it just me or are there two lines showing?"

Ryan hurried forward and peered at the test. "There are definitely 2 lines honey." Pause. "Woah. You're pregnant. I told you! I knew it. I'm going to be a Daddy."

I dropped the test in the Bin. If he could see it too it must be real. We hugged. We laughed. I got the test back out of the bin needing some kind of further affirmation. It still said it. It still told us we were finally going to have a baby, we were going to be parents. We hugged again. "I'm so excited!" "Me too! This is awesome." More laughter. Some Kisses. More hugging. Blissful.

It dawns on me that I have to get ready for work. How can I go about my normal routine knowing that there's a baby growing inside me? How long have I been pregnant? Did I remember to take my prenatals yesterday? What about the day before? I wonder if its a girl. Maybe its a boy? I wonder when I'm due? Am I showing yet? Can people tell? I get ready in an excited daze.

I kiss Ryan goodbye. He rubs my tummy, our secret baby tucked away just beneath his hand. "Look after my baby" he whispers as I walk out the door. We laugh again. I walk to my car, a wide smile plastered across my face. Elated."

We can't wait to be parents; we're already in love with this baby we haven't met yet and can't wait for November when we get to finally meet our first baby Buechele.