For the first time ever, I got a flu shot.  Doctor recommended because of Baby Cakes.

It kicked my ass.  My first three months have been more or less a breeze.  Add a flu shot and you might as well have knocked me out for a day and a half.  I was achy and had the chills; all I wanted to do was lay in bed.

But, turns out, the flu shot was a really great thing for me.  It has been so easy to forget about the tiny, now apple size kiddo growing inside of me.  Partly because I’ve had few drastic symptoms that have really screamed “BABY ON BOARD” and partly because I’m super freaked out so I’m trying to not worry about how crazy different things are about to be.  Because of this, I haven’t really felt a strong connection but for the first time I really talked to baby. I apologized for getting the flu shot and making us both feel so icky.  For the first time, I really felt like a Mom to our little apple.

Ever since we found out about you, our mailbox has been blowing up!  You’re already very loved, little one and so many people cannot wait to meet you.

There is nobody more excited than Auntie Krista and Cousin Alli.  They send you and me a treat about once every few weeks.  This was your very first present!  That was followed by a very cute, very girly outfit from Alli.  Then I got some caramel because Auntie Krista wants to fatten us up so she can legitimattly call us “Tubbs.”  It’s kind of mean but all three of us really enjoyed the caramel so we’ll let it slide!

I’m pretty sure everyone that reads this knows the news.  If not….oops.  I love you!

We’re having a baby!

We’re very excited and very nervous and unless I’m talking to people about it, sometimes, even I forget we’re 12 weeks along.

So far, Baby C, you have been a very good baby.  I’ve not really been sick.  Only once have I thrown up.  It happened on the day after we found out we were pregnant.  I was STARVING.  And Daddy was making us waffles for dinner.  I was just telling him how I hoped dinner would be ready soon because I’ve never been so hungry in my entire life.  I like to exaggerate sometimes but this time, I don’t think I was.  Just as I was saying these words, I had a sudden urge to puke. I puked and immediately felt better.  Huh.

At the doctor’s office the next day (our first appointment!), I was reading how nausea is often caused by hunger, which is why it usually happens in the morning for most mommies.  Now it all makes sense.

Your story is kind of a fun one, Baby C.  Turns out, we found out about you when you were already 8 weeks old!  Some would say that’s already bad parenting.  I say, you were just so chill hanging out, you didn’t need to give me signs to know.  You knew we’d figure it out eventually.  And in the meantime, you were cool enjoying those happy hour beverages and Subway lunches full of listeria.

You see, we had no idea because (*warning – this may be TMI) mommy had what’s called implantation spotting.  I thought it was just a weird period.  And then, in September, I was spotting for two weeks straight.  I didn’t know what was going on but figured my body was really messed up from being on the pill.  Turns out, my body was really messed up because of you – messed up in a good way, that is!

We took a home test on Monday, when daddy got home from a baseball trip with his Dad.  We couldn’t read the test!  It was a really faint line and we weren’t convinced it meant positive.  So we tested again Tuesday morning.  Same thing.  We were pretty sure this was a negative test, despite the very faint line making the plus.  Plus with all the spotting….something was just weird.  It didn’t help I was reading all kinds of things online, convincing myself I was crazy and sure we needed to keep trying.  Your Auntie D though insisted it was a positive.  She suggested trying the test with two lines instead of the plus/minus.  She said it was fool proof.  We tried on Tuesday night when we got home and that’s when we really believed you were for real.  All of our stress from the last few days turned into excited anxiousness because I was still spotting and that probably wasn’t a good thing…

We got in to see Auntie Nin’s doctor that Thursday.  They were worried about the spotting too and didn’t really ease our thoughts as they rushed us to an ultrasound.  They didn’t even want to talk to us first – all they wanted was to see you.  That’s when we heard your heartbeat and got to see you for the very first time.  You looked like a little blob and your heart was beating so fast!  174bpm!  The ultrasound lady was very nice and told us all the things they were looking for were just fine.  You were a healthy 8 weeks!  8 weeks!?!  Due Cinco de Mayo!? You’re already growing up too fast!  8 weeks old means you were conceived in August, right about the time Gramma Warner passed.  I like to say we have a Gramma baby.  You’re already so special to us but now we know, Gramma had a hand in all of this too.

Since we’ve found out about you, Mommy’s first trimester symtpoms haven’t been as bad as some of our other friends.  I’ve just been really sleepy.  Ready for bed by 8:30pm some nights.  And pretty low energy.  Walking up our stairs can get me out of breath.  That’s kind of embarrassing, kiddo, trust me.  No puking though and no crazy cravings.

There was a 7-Up commercial with C-Lo and I decided I really wanted a 7-up.  It’s really calming to a tummy that isn’t very hungry for anything in particular but knows it needs to eat.  And we have had more waffles for dinner in the past month than we have all year.  Daddy has really taken to eating healthy.  He bought us all kinds of healthy snacks last week and is really pushing vegetables.

Oh, while you haven’t really made me sick, you have turned my face into a junior high band nerd.  Everyone says you glow when your pregnant.  Not me.  I try to hide my face like Rudolph tried to hide his nose.  Hopefully we find that glow soon!