Spilling the beans

I'm pregnant.  Whaaaat?

Most of my family has figured it out by now. I'm terrible at hiding it.  My mom figured it out when I had to lean on something every time I stood up (that's what happens when you have the blood pressure of a corpse) and Ashley figured it out when I apparently started looking bustier in my Instagram photos (I'm not sure whether I should be flattered or creeped out by her noticing that). But, yeah. And if you're wondering how it's been going and you're prepared for a heaping serving of sarcasm and rambling, read on. 

I was feeling great at first.  In Nashville, either Carrie's food had superpowers and was preventing me from actually feeling pregnant, or the first trimester dumpiness just hadn't hit me yet.  Either way, I was doing pretty well there.  But then I made the 12-hour drive home, had to unpack two weeks of clothes for three people, and Brandon left me alone with the kids for a week to go to a conference.  So needless to say, my pregnancy glow has quickly gone from this:

 to this:

Yeah, I've been feeling pretty lousy.



But you know what has been great? Brandon.  Because a little while ago I was like, "Hey, I have a great idea-- let's have a baby!" and he warned me repeatedly that this might not be the best timing (we are coming up on his busiest semester in school and I am due exactly five days after we have to move out) and I still got my way, and now when I crawl into bed and ponder the enormity of what I've just done, he just takes the kids and plays with them and lets me sleep and keeps the "I told you so"s to a minimum.  He has seriously been a great support while I moan and groan about the side effects of something that was 100% my idea.

So let me just talk about one thing.  This is my third pregnancy.  Technically I'm not "showing" yet but I get food babies like nobody's business.  I wake up all normal and un-pregnant in the morning but as soon as I eat something I look completely different.  At 9 weeks I had a meat pie and a diet coke and then sat down and glanced in the mirror.  This was my face when I saw my belly:

You get the picture.  Remember four years ago when I was at least in my second trimester and I posted this as a belly picture?

Let's just say that now you're not the only one who wants to go back in time and slap me.  Before I told people I was pregnant I would occasionally have dinner with friends and I would literally just suck it in the whole time.  I was afraid people would see me after a burrito and be like, "Oh, congratulations, I had no idea you were... six months pregnant... that's funny, I could have sworn you weren't showing before dinner!"

 

It's all good.  After all, we're having a baby!  Am I excited? Yes!  Terrified? More than a little.  Because when it comes to parenting: