Pregnancy Journal - Thirteen Weeks

Thirteen doesn't sound like very much when compared to forty. However, in retrospect, at seven I never thought I'd get here.

*Disclaimer: I'm not going to paint a pretty pregnancy picture here. Please discontinue reading if you don't want to read about it.

The day we found out I was pregnant was pretty surreal. I was about four days "late" and decided that it was time for a HPT. For those who have been TTC, the HPT can be your best friend or your worst enemy. I think it was good for me that the Captain's theory is that I am my own HPT and if I just wait long enough, I'll know soon enough if it's going to be negative, so this was only the second stick I have ever stuck under the stream, if you know what I mean. He wouldn't let me get obsessive about those darn tests. I'm sure you can imagine the scene in our apartment that morning.

This is me staring at that stick on my bathroom counter waiting for the minutes to tick by.
Not a very attractive shot, but there you have it. 

Once it had cured and I saw that blue plus sign, with one line significantly lighter than the other, but there none-the-less, I tip toed to the bedroom where my sleeping hubs lay in the dark. He heard me coming, propped himself up and turned on his lamp with squinty eyes. He looked at it, "what's it supposed to say?" I grabbed the instructions and came back to show him. "Well, there's definitely two lines...but one's so faint. Are you sure that's okay?" We decided since the darker line was the indicator line, it must be positive. We just kind of smiled and then I went back to getting ready while he studied the instructions. I'll be honest, it still didn't seem real. We tried to not get too excited. I mean, the chance of miscarriage of a first pregnancy is high, right? At least, that's what I've heard. Isn't that why we don't tell anyone the good news until we're "out of the woods" and well into the second trimester?

Those first few days were like a dream!


We'll see if there's anyone still out there after months of my delinquency. Here's your reward. Before I instagram the crap out of this news and I give the Captain the o.k. to put it all over facebook, you heard it here first.

One nervous Captain photography aloud in the waiting room
 Two happy parents to be

We couldn't be more excited! Well, maybe I'd be a little more excited if I wasn't sick as a dog (I mean, a friend of mine with two kids said to me the other day, "wow, you're pregnancy is really hard!" I have nothing to compare it to, but I'll be the first to admit that growing a human is hard work!). But really, seeing the look on the Captain's face when he saw the little heart beating and then heard it in all it's rapid-swooshing glory, makes it worth it. And I trust that the ups of being a mom will too.

We'll be welcoming this baby into the world in early April 2013. 

So there you go. The reason for my absence in the blogosphere. The reason for the delay of the unveil of my new look. (The last thing I want to do when I get home from work and my rocky subway commute is sit in front of a computer some more. And let's be honest, all my construction energy is going inward. There's nothing left for html and css. Someday.)