Foxy has asked me two questions that I never had the courtesy to answer. Sorry Foxy! I'm getting them both here!
Foxy wanted to know how I told Jeff I was pregnant. So, let's travel back in time 3 weeks. I had told myself that I wasn't going to test until Friday, but decided that Tuesday that I was testing the next morning. I just *knew* it was going to be negative and wanted a couple days to get over it before we headed to Kansas for the 4th. On Wednesday morning, I woke up at 7. I laid in bed and tried to go back to sleep, but the only thing I could think about was taking the darn test. So, I got up, peed on the stupid stick, sat it in front of the sink, and then sat myself down on the side of the tub to wait. I didn't even turn the lights on. I just sat there in the dim bathroom glaring at the stick and cursing it in my head. After about 2 minutes, I thought to myself "I'm going to look at it, see the negative, and go back to sleep." Instead, when I picked it up, it said "Pregnant". I left the bathroom, jumped on top of Jeff, who slept through all this inner turmoil of mine, and said "Hey. This stick says I'm pregnant!"
Have I mentioned he's been telling everyone that I'm pregnant? I mean everyone. Complete strangers. I think half the state of Texas knows by now.
Foxy also wanted to know how I'm feeling. I'm tired. Like, really, really tired. Like, sleeping for 10 hours a night and still having a 2 or 3 hour nap. Like having to sit down and rest after moving laundry from the washer to the dryer tired. But, other than that, I'm pretty good. I had really horrible heartburn, but it stopped. No morning sickness yet. No food cravings. In fact, I have a strong aversion to all food right now. I have no desire to eat, and feel full faster than I used to.
And, I'm nervous about tomorrow's sonogram. Scared we'll find 3 heartbeats, or 4 heartbeats, or no heartbeats. I'm so ready to get it over with.