Week 4

Wait. What?! 

I was in such disbelief that I literally just threw the test result out and convinced myself I must not have done that correctly.  I casually told Chamin and she basically freaked out on me to take another test IMMEDIATELY! I told her very calmy, "ehhh ... maybe tomorrow... I really don't think I did it correctly." However, the rest of that day I googled the possibility of a false positive and found out that that is very rare. I still was convinced something wasn't right.  I had no urge to test again, however, not gon' lie, I went in the garbage and looked at that test approximately every 30 minutes, still reading pregnant.  What???

The next day I took another test. I followed the instructions as best as I could and OH MY GOODNESS THERE'S A PLUS SIGN!!!!!!! 

I still was in disbelief, but I called my doctor and scheduled to go get a blood test.  I didn't even tell Joe because I seriously was still in disbelief.  Even when the doctor called and confirmed it, I still didn't believe it.  Anyway, once the doctor confirmed it I told Joe, and I freaked him out happily ever after! :-)  

His reaction was, "...........is that blue?!" 

I'm not quite sure what his question meant, but I let him digest what he was looking at a little longer and then he finally smiled and said a lot of words for about 20 minutes.  He sat himself down on the bed and continued to ramble. I'm pretty sure neither one of us know what he said. 

I told him we aren't telling anyone until at least 3 months.  I told him nobody knows.....except for Chamin.  He gave me a WTF look and I explained how we talk and that she knew before I knew! He laughed and thus started the little joke that Chamin knew even before I knew! 

She really did. 

Week 5

Our baby is now the size of a sesame seed.  Last week it was the size of a mustard seed. Mustard seed week was very long and anxious and most of it I was in disbelief... but I miss my little mustard seed...

Sore boobs has been the main symptom of week 4. Very sore. Like don't hug me let me hug you sore. And speaking of symptoms, between Joe and I, everything and anything now gets the response: It's a symptom. 

My mom is visiting for the weekend.  She was asking me if Joe and I talk about having kids and if I want to have kids with him and vise versa.  How do moms do this? 

...and then I start wondering, "How will I tell her?  At least I have 7 weeks to decide, yet the thought chokes me up just thinking about it. 

Hunger has a whole new meaning.  I need to eat every two hours. Ok, maybe every hour and a half...or 45 minutes. Shut up. I'm so hungry right now. 

Week 6

*yawn*

So, this past week I've been alive.... sort of.
Seems like 75% of the time I am asleep and the other 25% I'm pretty much cranky and/or starving. I've also been nauseous for most of this week without vomiting which is kind of annoying.
Joe says I'm a peach.
I don't think he means that.

On April 2nd I had my first ultrasound.  It was done on 5wks and 4 days.  One of those white specs is the yolk sac and the other is what will grow to be the baby.
What!? (Still not entirely believing what is happening- but still don't hug me b/c that hurts).

Also, this week our baby is now the size of a pea! Aww my little sweet pea! But, I do miss my sesame seed...

Week 7

My little turkey's heart is beating 129 bpm!

 That ultrasound was taken at 6 weeks 4 days. How does that little thing have a heart that's beating!?  I was sure that once I heard the heartbeat I would finally believe that I'm pregnant.... but, I'm still shocked! Joe seems unfazed by the whole thing.  His expression is as if to say, "Well, of course it has a heartbeat."  The doctor asked me if he (Joe) was close enough to me to slap him. Not because of his little reaction, but because when the doctor asked how I was feeling, Joe decided to answer for himself. Literally, how HE was feeling and how I've been basically complaining all week.  He thinks he's funny.  But when the doctor asks me if he's close enough to slap I think it's safe to say YOU'RE NOT FUNNY!

After our appointment, we went out for breakfast and then to Barnes and Noble.  And it was at Barnes and Noble that I had my first real vomit.  I had episodes of dry heaving all week, but no actual puking....not until Barnes and Noble.... Turkey hates books.

But that's nothing a little Taylor Ham, Egg, and Cheese can't fix. Yea, that's what I've been craving. And melon. And lemon.  Everything else is for the birds.

Anyway, last week we had a little pea, today (7 weeks 0 days) we have a blueberry! I love my little blueberry, but I do miss my sweet pea...

Week 8

My little turkey's heart is beating 159bpm!

This kid looks nothing like me.

This week was kind of rough with "morning" sickness, which really should be renamed to 'all the time' sickness... actually the book I'm reading calls it progesterone poisoning. Anyway, with feeling extremely tired, nauseous all the time, and having to go to work and not tell anyone why I feel the way I feel is a bit tiring and nauseating in itself.

I am feeling very bloated and seem to be showing already.  Although, I know it can't be from the baby, so it must just be from bloat and maybe the fact that my uterus is bigger, and possibly my new craving of cheese sticks/string cheese. Whatever the case, there's more belly there than what I'm used to.

One story I would like to share is that today I woke up early to meet Barrie and her mother and sisters for a little girls spa day for some pampering.  Yeay! I was scheduled for a massage which I was counting down the days for because my neck and shoulders have been so sore from all the side sleeping I'm doing (since my boobs are too sore for any belly sleeping, which I typically prefer). So, I already knew that I was immediately going to tell the masseuse that I am pregnant and that nobody knows so please don't say anything, but use caution... soooo  I get called into the room and I tell the lady I'm 8 weeks pregnant.  She says, "Ohhh, I'm not sure I can give you a massage. Let me check." She leaves and comes back to tell me that she, in fact, cannot give me a massage.  So Girls, I did NOT get a massage, my neck still hurts, and I lied about the massage being good (I'm sorry Peggy, and mom, and everyone else that asked how my massage was), because I NEVER GOT ONE!!!!! :-(
I did, however, explore the Atlantic Club and watched some guys play racquet ball... woot woot!

Well, our little blueberry is now the size of a raspberry! I love my little raspberry, but I do miss my blueberry...

Week 9

Our little raspberry is now the size of a ..... cherry? I had guessed a walnut, Joe guessed a grape... we got a cherry!  By the way, if you haven't guessed it, I have an app that tells me the size of my baby each week. It's fun to guess!
I love our little cherry, but I sure do miss our raspberry...

Anyway, I didn't have any doctor appointments this past week, so no updates on my little turkey!
My next appointment is May 7th.

However, I've been feeling very light-headed and nauseous all week.  I feel like I am living on a boat with no dramamine.  I'm the type of person that needs the dramamine...

Anyway, here are a few pics from this week

9 weeks! We graduated from embryo to fetus!

Joe (sometimes I want to write Daddy, but I can't bring myself to do that yet! He's going to be a daddy!?) was very excited to be able to park here! Although all I was doing was trying not to puke, I sure did get a kick out of this. 

So, this right here (pizza with mushrooms and onions and a side of ketchup) made me the happiest person alive one day this week....today I want to gag at that! Gross! 

Last weekend, Joe made me steak and fries...at my request... I love that man! And by the way, I was NEVER a steak eater.  What the heck! It was so good. Mom was invited...she has no idea it was one of my cravings! Speaking of my mom, I have been daydreaming about her meatballs all week... 

Yea, so this is how I feel (and apparently look) most of the time. Look't that glow!!! :-) ..... ugh

My love.... he's going to make a great father. Omg, I hope he doesn't want to name this kid Luke if it's a boy!

Week 10

Well, I had guessed an apricot, Joe guessed a crab apple. Our baby is now the size of a kumquat.  A kumquat?! I've heard of them, but have never actually seen one and certainly haven't eaten one. Maybe I will go buy one today.  "My boss wants to buy my baby." (Friends Quote)
But, seriously, I'd like to try one and guess what!? Food aversions are sort of at bay... sort of. But the idea of an exotic fruit sounds appetizing. Is it exotic?
I love my kumquat! .... but I do miss our sweet cherry...

Anyway, I can proudly say I AM ALL CAUGHT UP ON LAUNDRY!!!! It's literally been 6 weeks since I've been able to stand long enough to just get through the day, let alone accomplish any kind of chores.  Showering daily has been my chore/workout for the past 6 weeks.  (Oh, and mom? That's why my house is a mess and my bathroom is dirty and there was (WAS!!!) a gigantic mound of laundry downstairs.... I'm sorry. But thanks for the mini-cleans every time you visited!)

So, no new pictures of my little turkey this week.  I miss seeing my turkey... I go in 4 days.

Annnnnnd we're approaching the week that I tell my family.  I'm thinking not next weekend, but the following weekend.  My dad is visiting from Florida and hopefully my mom will be around, too. This way I can tell everyone together.  I still haven't exactly figured out how I'll do it, but I'm thinking a picture of me and Joe (I bought a shirt for myself and something for him, too) along with the ultrasound pic.

Week 11

11 weeks!!! Just about 5 more days until I announce the news to my family.
Our baby is no longer the size of a kumquat. Nope, our baby is now the size of a fig! Mmmm I love figs. I couldn't find a kumquat, by the way.... but I do miss our little kumquat!

On the 7th I saw my doctor. It was my first visit with my regular OB,  Dr. Back, as I was seeing a different doctor previously.  I was really excited to see my little turkey, but they don't do ultrasounds yet! Booo! And the doppler didn't pick up the heartbeat.  I was obviously worried and sad.  Another doctor was willing to do an ultrasound, tho.  How nice! And I got a little peek at pookie... Soon as this other doctor pointed him out (him? idk) he kicked out all 4 limbs!  The doctor said, "OH, HELLO!" And then he said, "Congratulations and Happy Mother's Day!"   Happy Mother's Day? To me!?  Whhhaaaat??? :-) That was the first time I met Dr. Siegal... I like Dr. Siegal!

Anyway, I was  pretty sick the beginning of this week.  The nausea has finally started to ease up, tho. BUT, I've got terrible allergies now and am all stuffed up.  I made chicken soup. First meal I've managed to cook in 7 weeks. Go Me!

Week 12

*Big sigh* (of relief)

Mom and Dad know.  :-) 

This week we have a baby the size of a lime! I totally guessed lime in the middle of the week and was really confident with that guess, and strangely have been craving lime flavored tostitos this week. But then for some reason I changed my guess to clementine. Maaaannn!  This is why I will not guess the gender. It's a boy or a girl. I learned that's what my Uncle George tells his patients.  That's brilliant. 

I don't know Joe's guess yet because he's still sleeping.  Snooze ya lose. ;-) 

Well, what a week! 

My father (my little turkey's Gito) was here all week and I had to hold it in each time I saw him because I wanted to make sure I announced when both my parents were with me. 

So, that was Saturday, May 16th.  My brother Brian (my little turkey's Uncle B) recorded it for me...

As you can see, my mom didn't catch on immediately.  But, then she did... I took a picture of her crying

Also, if you listen carefully, when my father congratulates Joe you may hear Joe's response: Oh, I'm not the father.
Funny man, right? He wasn't close enough to slap.

I love our little lime, but I do miss our little fig!

Oh yea! I go to the doctor tomorrow.... I hope everything is fine and I also hope I get to hear the heartbeat this time!