Coming in early February

I'm not really sure how to break news like this, when it comes to the serious shit I don't like being especially dramatic, so I will just say it. We're pregnant!

I probably could have done that better, like put B in his Big Brother shirt we bought, take a picture, then post it. But that would mean me running up and down the stairs a few times and I have no energy for that. This kid is kicking my ass. Nothing is getting done in my house because I get sick or tired in the middle of doing anything. Case in point: I threw up while peeing last week.

This weekend I will be 12 weeks along. We got to hear the heartbeat today, which is my favorite part, even better than the ultrasound. Sometimes I think they are just showing me how my lunch is progressing when I have an ultrasound. Now, the heartbeat, that is like pregnant woman crack. Early on in the pregnancy when you only go to the doctor once a month and you can't tell if it is a baby or a fart wiggling in your stomach, hearing that heartbeat is the only confirmation that everything is okay for the most part.

My official due date is February 7th, but since I have c-sections my doctor wants to take me the week before. Until then there is a lot to worry about. I hate when other women say to enjoy the pregnancy, because that NEVER happens. Every time you go to the necessary room you pray there aren't any remarkable surprises, every twitch or near cramp make you hyperventilate, everyone and their mom tells a sick/sad story about a pregnant woman their co-worker's cousin knew, two words: cord strangulation, and I can go on all night. Then the baby comes and all you can think about is the 40 different ways it will be smothered while it sleeps.

Despite all the worrying at the end we will have another little baby and we are very excited about that. Excuse me while I go throw up, the excitement is overwhelming.