My dream has come true! I’m eating for two! Hey, that rhymes… I’m kicking ass at this mom thing already.
Yes, it’s true. We are expecting a tiny Thompson in September and we seriously couldn’t be happier. Well, I’d probably be a little happier if my pants weren’t so GD tight already. And if I had an unlimited supply of chocolate chip cookies. Other than that, I’m good.
I’m about 15 weeks/a little more than 3 months/a little bit into second trimester/a little bloated. I’ve been lucky enough to bypass any morning sickness and so far the only real uncomfortableness is the ongoing growth of my tator tots and the pain level of said large tator tots. Seriously folks (any men readers: earmuffs) my boobs are ridiculous right now. I’m afraid I’m going to give myself black eyes from just walking briskly. I hear it gets worse? Not sure that’s possible.
In all seriousness though, I’ve been lucky. We’ve been lucky. And now we’re havin a baby.
Casey and I found out the big news when I was 3ish weeks pregnant. It was a Sunday morning, I had just woken up and had this sneaky suspicion that something might be happening in the ‘ol baby factory, so I took a test, and the rest is history. Reading that pee stick will go down in history as one of my favorite moments in life. Topped only by the absurd happiness I felt… and then the look on Casey’s face when he registered what was going on. We were both just so happy. And relieved, actually. Getting pregnant is one of the only things in life you can’t just make happen. Which is kind of obvious, but not totally understandable until you try. It can be very frustrating and defeating, which we don’t have to talk about today. But all those feelings of uncertainty only made the moment we found out that much more amazing. Ugh. I’m suuuuuuch a girl right now. Well, I can’t even call myself a girl anymore. I think I’m technically a mom? Holy shit.
As much as I want to enjoy this pregnancy time, I’m pretty psyched for actually getting a baby bump. Not, like, because I want to get big fast, I just want my gut to start looking like a 28 year-old’s baby bump and less like a 55 year-old’s beer belly. Seriously, right now I just look like I ate a small child, rather than have one growing in me. Nothing cute about that.
Cravings! Cuz those are fun. I’m currently craving all the chocolate chip cookies, ever. I think I’ve eaten more CCC’s in the last 2 months than I have in my entire existence. Also, fruit. Which is pretty boring but tastes OMGDELICIOUS right now. And of course, I’m taking full advantage of McDonald’s Shamrock Shakes until their 2014 season wraps up. Single tear emoticon.
And now to wrap things up, a few preggers photos from the past 2 months….
[ and a few outtakes – because we’re durfy. our kid has got a lot to look forward to. ]
Welp, that’s about enough uterus talk for one post – wouldn’t you say?
Since y’all blog readers are mostly long-distance friends and fam, I’ll try to keep you as updated as possible here. For others who aren’t interested in baby shenanigans, I promise to still talk about my dogs and food and
beer wine more food.