For all your lovely yays and happy thoughts! It's really a huge relief to finally talk about all this with my Internets; I kept sitting down to blog and I couldn't think of anything other than MY TUMMY HURTS MY HEAD POUNDS MY EYES ARE SLEEPY I WANT A NECTARINE. So I'd just sign off and watch some Murder She Wrote instead. Angela got me through some really rough nights.
So yeah! I'm knocked up!
I've got a lot to say on the subject, but I'll just answer a couple questions quickly, the ones that seem to leap to people's minds first.
Was it planned? Yes.
How have I felt? Terrible. Also: awful, miserable, angsty, and beside myself.
Oh no! So you're not excited? We're super excited. I just feel like I've been poisoned by a mean poisoner. So it's hard to stay chipper sometimes. But yes! We're happy dappy clams.
Will you find out if it's a boy or girl? Of course.
Do you think it's a boy or a girl? Leaning boy.
Did you KNOW before you KNEW? Everyone asks this and I'm not exactly sure what it means, but sure - before I tested, I felt a little dizzy and there was an absence of other symptoms I usually get around that time. We'd also worked it OUT for about 10 days in a row (sorry, oh squeamish ones, but I think we all know how tiny people are made), so this was no surprise situation.
How far along are you? 10.5 weeks. Week from Friday we get to see our first pic of the little buddy. Huzzah!
Much more to come, pals. Back to work.