How Cute is This?

I can't believe a raspberry can make me feel like THIS

Sooo, like any generally technologically savvy person, I have found every website available to tell me about the week-by-week progress of a developing pregnancy. What's funny about these early weeks is that the baby is compared to produce- first it's as big as an apple seed. Then you graduate to a small lentil bean. Now it's a raspberry. I think we get to graduate to a grape next, then a kumquat, a lime, a lemon, an avocado...you get the drift. I told The Husband I was going to go to the grocery store and buy all these items to make a collage of fetal development. He laughed.

It doesn't say when I'll start looking like I'm hauling around melons, but that's probably a different website anyway.

So this raspberry of mine makes me nauseated all day long. It's not constant, but it comes and goes in waves. I haven't gotten sick yet, and I consider that a good thing. But honestly, it's like the longest hang over of my entire life. If I just had a blinding headache and was curled in the fetal position, it would be exactly like a hang over. Except some greasy food and fries isn't going to make me feel better- and that is sadness, not gladness.

Crap I'm Scared

As soon as the "possibility" of having a child became the reality of pregnancy, the "what if's" started to grow and multiply like some sort of Petri culture. What if I'm bad at this? What if it's bad for our marriage? What if the kid is bitchy like me and not nice like the Husband?

On top of questioning my personal abilities, there's all the scary medical stuff you start to learn about. Today's scary phrase for the day is "blighted ovum." Now, I'm not a doctor, and I don't play one on TV, but here's what that basically means: your body acts like your pregnant, but there's no baby. The placenta grows, but the fetus does not. Your body just keeps going along until it figures things out and eventually will reject the sac.

Now how freaky is that? You think your pregnant. Your body is acting pregnant- bigger boobs, sick to your stomach, bloat- but you're not.

I wish I never read those words- like I need something new to obsess about until the first doctor visit.

Are those TWO lines?!

Is that? No...can it be? Holy crap that's two lines!

Holy Crap, I'm pregnant.

So let's call this the "before" picture. Aren't we adorable?

In July 2006, we found out that we were expecting our first child in March 2007. By then, we'll be married for about three and a half years.

Right now, we're planning on telling our families in the next few weeks, and our friends after that. I'm not so great at keeping secrets, but let's see how this goes.