But now I am embarking on what may be the skirtiest thing I will ever do. I am having a baby.
Holy shit, right?
That's what we said anyway. We'll just stop taking the pill for a month, see how we feel about the idea of having kids once we've spent a month in the danger zone. We can always go back on the pill in October if it doesn't feel right. After all, I've been on the pill for SIXTEEN YEARS and there's a good chance the ol' ovaries will need some time to retool. Right? RIGHT?!
We got pregnant that first month and, while we were first shocked and slightly dismayed, having just barely begun to consider the idea of parenthood with any degree of seriousness, we are quite excited now. Quite. We have gotten quite attached to the idea. And when we saw the heartbeat last week, saw our little bean move on the ultrasound screen, it was for real. Here's one of the pics we took home from the doc's office:

Since I haven't had a bit of nausea, I had half convinced myself that the OB was going to tell me that I was nuts. That we aren't even pregnant, I was just imagining my boobs growing and the gas and bloating must just be a dietary thing. It was such a relief to see that little bean.
So here we are. Eight weeks in. Due June 9, 2010. This is where I'll be keeping track of the bean as it grows from sweet little alien bean to sweet little baby over the next eight months. Stay tuned...
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