Wednesday, January 4, 2012


I do believe that most of the people that read this blog are people I actually know in real life, and hence, this news will come as no surprise.

Without further adieu, I would like to announce to those of you that I do NOT see in person on a semi-regular basis that I am currently an incubator to a 11-week old fig-sized creature

No photos, as I merely look bloated. I plan on taking some once I find batteries for my camera and something I look cute in. 

To be brutally honest, I have been completely exhausted and emotional these past weeks. Sorry, Husband (and anyone else that I've been a wreck to recently, namely my kiddo). 
I feel an anxiety I am not used to and will be speaking with a qualified individual tomorrow morning. Thank you, Brother-In-Law for babysitting. 
I don't think there is anything to worry about, but as I am a lucky person with healthcare, I found it prudent to tell my doctor about these feelings. 
Holiday hours at the stupid mall are over, and I am heading into my second trimester with joy, as the nausea and exhaustion will soon be a thing of the past. 
I saw my creature's profile in an ultrasound not too long ago and it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. 

Kiddo wants to add something here:

baby come here (he just dictated that)
and doggie
and daddy too
and play a game with daddy
let's go now watch a moooovieeee mommy...

1 comment:

  1. Congratulations! Can't wait to hear more. Invite me to the baby shower.