Oh yeah. You remember that biological clock I talked about? It's very happy. As am I.
Here's the thing-- keeping secrets is not exactly my forté. Ok, that's not really true. Keeping other people's secrets is actually something I'm really good at. It's my own secrets that I can never keep to myself. So you have to understand how ridiculously difficult it has been for me not to share this news with you guys. So difficult, in fact, that I went around telling a bunch of people who I knew I'd never see again, so it didn't matter if they knew because if something went wrong, I'd never have to tell them. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I walked into a GNC store and loudly asked the person working at the counter if fish oil was safe to take while I was pregnant, which I clearly knew it was, just so I could get the words "I'm pregnant" out of my system.
I'm 12 weeks and 5 days along today, and my baby is somewhere between the size of a large plum and a peach (I'll be a full peach when I reach 13 weeks this Thursday!). Hopefully that explains a little somethin' about this:
Ok, fine, that's bigger than even the largest plum or peach, but there's also a bunch more blood and fluid and stuff in there. Plus my uterus is moving up into my belly and expanding in size. Oh, and this was taken late at night so there's a full day's worth of food and bloat in there. Listen, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
To anyone that's reading this and trying to get pregnant themselves, I have this to say: I had no idea how difficult this process could be for so many people until I started doing a little research after Ryan and I decided to start trying ourselves. Unlike what we are taught to believe in sex ed, most of us don't get pregnant the first time we have unprotected sex. I certainly didn't. Have faith and keep trying-- it will happen. As my mama told me when I got frustrated, "you're just waiting for your baby, it will come." I can't tell you how grateful I am that it did.
