I’ve been tired, and not feeling up to par. The animals bug me more than usual. I’ve been craving foods that I don’t usually have cravings for. Let’s face it, I’ve been eating more. In fact, I recently weighed myself and found that I had indeed gained a few pounds.
This should all be expected, right? It’s winter. It’s cold. The holidays are coming up. I’m not depressed, just feeling different.
There is actually a reason for this.
I’m pregnant.
Hubs and I went home on my birthday in November for some stuff and decided to make the announcement over lunch with my parents, his dad and his sister. I think the word “excited” does not even begin to describe what they were feeling.
I’m happy. I’m stressed, and tired, and sick with out the morning sickness, but I’m happy. And Hubs is happy, too.
I haven’t told many people. Just a few close friends and of course family. Hubs on the other hand has told nearly everyone under the sun. I’ve been more reserved with this information, not because I don’t want people to know, but just because sometimes it’s nice to have something just for yourself.
So, there it is, darling Internet. I have my first doctor’s appointment soon, and Hubs and I have finally agreed on boys names – the girls names were much easier to decide on. And so far, things are going well.
Yup, I’m pregnant. It is my first. And I have no idea what to expect, but I do expect to have some fun.
Kerri, with a K 