You see, dear Internet, I'm pregnant.
There. I've said it. I'm pregnant. 14 weeks today, to be exact. At the end of my first trimester. The baby is due Aug. 19.
Already my jeans are getting tight in the waist on me. But that's partly due to the increased eating I've been doing. I've discovered that if I keep cramming food in my mouth, then I won't get sick.
The biggest symptom has been the fatigue. I've been getting 10 hours of sleep a night, plus trying to sneak in naps. I never knew I could be so exhausted all the time. This made the cold, snowy and dark month of January particularly depressing.
So what makes a couple happily married for 14 years decide to get pregnant? Well, we had never ruled out kids, we'd just never pulled the trigger and decided to try. And with my husband's 40th birthday behind him and mine fast approaching, it seemed like we were at the now-or-never moment.
We didn't tell our friends and family that we were trying. So, when we made our rounds over the weekend to let people know, we were met with some very priceless reactions. There were even some tears. We'd good and truly convinced everyone that it was never going to happen.
Of all our friends and family, only one couple admitted to even suspecting, and that was because they'd noticed I'd stopped drinking altogether and my boobs seemed to be getting larger.
Truthfully, I haven't missed the alcohol, and I'm still in the same bra size, although now they're a lot denser and fuller.
What I have mourned, though, is having to give up restaurant Diet Coke. You can keep the canned stuff. I never did love it. But the restaurant stuff, it's pure heaven. What's the difference? The canned stuff is sweetened with aspartame, while the restaurant/fountain Diet Coke has saccharin in it. According to the books I've read, aspartame can be consumed in moderation while you're pregnant, but saccharin is right out.
Well, so that's my big announcement. I promise not to turn this into a pregnancy blog, although I'm sure pregnancy topics will come up. But first, there are some posts I've been meaning to write about my dog's bad knees and a karaoke party we had a few weeks ago. Oh, and there's our upcoming snowboarding vacation in Park City, Utah, next month, where, of course, I will not be snowboarding. Nor hot-tubbing.
Ah, the glamorous life of a 39-year-old, first-time pregnant woman. After all that excitement, I think I'm ready for another nap.