Weekend Update: 12 Down...

I feel the unnecessary desire to document my growing belly for this kid... so that he or she can see how huge mama became while incubating. The things we do to multiply and replenish.

Here I am, in all my 12 week glory:



I can no longer button most of my pants. At first, I blamed all the pizza and gelato consumed in Italia. But after yesterday's ultrasound, I am rejoicing in the fact that I am three months along, and the bulge is likely our "skeletor" baby, and not totally due to the mass amounts of carbs consumed over that 2 week period.

I mentioned before that I almost missed my entire first trimester. I feel I owe a short explanation. I had been working the overnight shift from October through the end of December... and was constantly battling the urge to, well, puke my guts out. When I visited the doctor in early October, he told me this lovely new addition to my life was just my body adjusting to my irregular (and insane) work schedule. So I believed him. All the way through Christmas Eve, when I begged Reece to pick up a pregnancy test, so that we could at least rule THAT crazy idea out.

Well, four pregnancy tests later, I realized that my body was NOT, in fact "adjusting" to the crazy schedule. It was growing a little parasite that will, come August, transform into my firstborn child.

We were shocked. And confused. Again, I had been working the overnight shift for nearly three months, meaning Reece and I didn't even sleep in the same bed. So how (and when) did this happen? I am still trying to figure it out. It must be one determined little kid, I'll tell you that.

And did I mention we left for Italy the next day? Because we did. So I got to ignore the feeling of panic for two blissful weeks. It was wonderful.

But this is real people. I am going to be a mama, whether I am ready, or not.

And despite all my worries and anxieties, seeing this, made everything worth it:




*Also... I promise to finish our Europe update, complete with pictures from our amazing trip to London, as soon as I finish freaking out about the fact that I will weight about 400 pounds in the peak of the summer. Yeah.