Danielle's Belly Bump
If anyone's been keeping up with this blog (which I know isn't the case) you'll know that I've been trying to become pregnant for several months now.
Well, It's finally happened..........
I am in the family way.
I have a bun in the oven.
I am knocked up.
I am prego.
I am with child.
Hey ya'll I'm going to be a mommy! Someone's mom. My own child. My flesh and blood. Very exciting stuff, although it is accompanied by a great bundle of nerves and anxiety. But I have someone, Bas, who is going through this experience with me.
I am very early along. As a matter-of -fact I was only 4 days late when I found out.
I was going the wait a week or so before testing, but Bas was so excited to know, he went to the pharmacy while I was at work and when I got home he shoved a pregnancy test in my hand and said, "Go pee on this stick."
So I did and the rest is history.
I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for February 6th, when I get back from the company trip to Sweden.
Which by the way is going to suck now because I am going to go on this trip to a nice ski resort with drinking-ass Europeans (mostly) and I am going to have to remain sober the entire time. And now, you know I normally be loving me some drink myself. Especially when it's damn free. And I haven't shared the news with my collegues yet, so they'll just think I am lame. Or born-again. Or a recovering alcoholic. Or a designated driver. And this is the first time I'll be meeting most of the staff. I haven't told them because my raise is now scheduled to take place in February and I don't want anything to affect those zeros behind a number. And the more zeros, the better which goes without saying. But I did say it anyway.
We have offices in 17 other countries, so there will be a lot of people in Sweden to meet. Drinking (in moderation, of course) makes everything and everyone a little more interesting.
I signed up to go dogsledding, so that should be really interesting. But I won't be able to drink any whiskey or bourbon to keep warm. Damn!
I know I am really starting to sound like an alkie right about now. And I will admit that I never knew how much I loved drinking until I was faced with the cold hard facts of NOT being able to drink for the next nine months. That's a long freaking time.
But for the sake of a healthly bouncing baby, it is a process I am more than willing to endure.
I love my little embryo. Or is it a fetus yet?
Yes it is a fetus. I just looked it up. It is only about 1/17th of an inch long.
It will grow into what will soon be the baby that I will give birth to and love more than anything in this world.
As my mom said, it is going to seem like a long pregnancy becuase I knew from day one pretty much.
But Bas and I really can't wait. We talk about him/her every night. We've already discussed names and settled on a few, then changed our minds.
I feel pretty good and don't really have any noticable affects yet. Except that my breasts kill. Last night I slept with a bra on because they hurt even in my sleep. and they are extremely full, which also makes them very perky-which I don't hate too much. They look 20 again.
So, this blog will of course be used to document this beautiful journey.
And people, I am going to give every gritty detail.
One more bit of info....not only am I pregnant but so is my sister and my brother's wife. We all got married within six months of each other and now we'll be giving birth within six WEEKS of each other.
Pretty amazing, huh? Can I offer anyone a martini?
posted by Danielle @ 10:30 AM
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