Well we have still been on a bit of a rollercoaster but they
keep telling me that there is a critter in there and it is alive and well.
Yesterday marked 9 weeks and grape size status. The spotting has got much better and we have been at a
constant state for a little over a week. Not something that I have had very
much experience with lately, but I will not complain! We went to the doctors
the day before we left for the east coast and they confirmed that everything is
going great and that they can’t explain why I’m having the issues I have been
having but not to worry. So much not to worry that we could go home and tell
our families. Which we did. Holy crap were they excited! His side of the family
were a bit more melodramatic about it with the crazy tight squeeze hugging to
full on tears, but they were all super excited anyway.
My mom is convinced that it is a girl. I’m hoping she’s
wrong, but after the story hubby told me about a dream he had the other night, I’ll
take her. The dream was that he was at a college graduation and there were two
girls who were graduates laughing and chatting in front of him and he leaned
over to someone (we have no idea who) and said with all sorts of pride “that’s
my daughter”. Apparently she was a beautiful brunette. Altogether now – AWWW!
It’s great that he gets to experience the pregnancy in that
way. Me? I’ve been extremely fortunate not to be barfing all the time, or at
all, but the hormonal roid rage combined with gas an constipation that could
stop an rhino in his tracks are super awesome. I’m glowing, can’t you tell?
Luckily we are on the same page with the whole “we’re
pregnant” phrase. Negative. WE are not pregnant. I am. You get to suffer
through some mood swings, sure. But that’s about the extent of it. Oddly
enough, we had talked about this a week and a half ago and then the gorgeous
Mila Kunis was on Jimmy Kimmel and summed it up perfectly. With that, I leave
you with Ms. Kunis.
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