I'm typing this at school so I have to hurry and I feel rather rebellious!
But just wanted to tell you all that we got the house! Our real estate agent called last night and said that the seller accepted our offer so unless we find out that the house is about to cave in on itself during the inspection...we will be homeowners! It makes us feel excited, nervous, blessed, and broke all at the same time!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
9 weeks!
Our little one is about the size of a grape this week! My, how they grow so fast!
Apparently the baby has lost its tail (not growing a seahorse anymore) and is developing rather rapidly. We have our ultrasound a week from tomorrow and we are very eager to hear a strong little heartbeat.
As for me, I'm still feeling great. I'm not having any horrible physical symptoms. I've been pretty tired lately, and well, I could eat dinner at about 4 p.m. everyday, but nothing terrible beyond that. I'm very thankful and just holding out faith that this little boy or girl is doing fine in there!
While I haven't been having too bad of a time physically, I think I have one big case of pregnancy brain. I feel that normally I'm not that forgetful of a person. But lately, it's been awful. I'm forgetting things left and right. I haven't done anything crazy yet like leave my car keys in the refrigerator, but I do have a bad problem with getting ideas in my head that have absolutely no truth to them.
Example: Last weekend and for about half a day on Monday, I swore that my fourth period students were in the lab for class on Monday to work on research papers. I had everything ready for my other classes that day and kept thinking that it was nice that I would have a low-key day in fourth period since my students would be in the computer lab. Was my class on the schedule to be in the computer lab?
No.
And I didn't realize this until about 11:30 when another teacher sent an email out saying that she would not be using the upstairs lab (the one I thought I was in) for third or fourth period that day and that it was free if anyone wanted it. Huh, I thought. I could have sworn I had the upstairs lab signed up for my fourth block today. Then I had a sudden reality check when I realized that I never had the lab signed up, never even put in a request for it, and worse yet, really didn't have a back-up plan. Awesome. The baby is stealing my brain. Well, hopefully it's really intelligent if that's the case.
It all worked out in the end because since she didn't want the lab anymore, I was able to get in. Like I said before, I haven't done anything too crazy, but I'm fully preparing myself for the day that I walk out of a store and think that someone stole my car when I simply can't remember where I parked!
Apparently the baby has lost its tail (not growing a seahorse anymore) and is developing rather rapidly. We have our ultrasound a week from tomorrow and we are very eager to hear a strong little heartbeat.
As for me, I'm still feeling great. I'm not having any horrible physical symptoms. I've been pretty tired lately, and well, I could eat dinner at about 4 p.m. everyday, but nothing terrible beyond that. I'm very thankful and just holding out faith that this little boy or girl is doing fine in there!
While I haven't been having too bad of a time physically, I think I have one big case of pregnancy brain. I feel that normally I'm not that forgetful of a person. But lately, it's been awful. I'm forgetting things left and right. I haven't done anything crazy yet like leave my car keys in the refrigerator, but I do have a bad problem with getting ideas in my head that have absolutely no truth to them.
Example: Last weekend and for about half a day on Monday, I swore that my fourth period students were in the lab for class on Monday to work on research papers. I had everything ready for my other classes that day and kept thinking that it was nice that I would have a low-key day in fourth period since my students would be in the computer lab. Was my class on the schedule to be in the computer lab?
No.
And I didn't realize this until about 11:30 when another teacher sent an email out saying that she would not be using the upstairs lab (the one I thought I was in) for third or fourth period that day and that it was free if anyone wanted it. Huh, I thought. I could have sworn I had the upstairs lab signed up for my fourth block today. Then I had a sudden reality check when I realized that I never had the lab signed up, never even put in a request for it, and worse yet, really didn't have a back-up plan. Awesome. The baby is stealing my brain. Well, hopefully it's really intelligent if that's the case.
It all worked out in the end because since she didn't want the lab anymore, I was able to get in. Like I said before, I haven't done anything too crazy, but I'm fully preparing myself for the day that I walk out of a store and think that someone stole my car when I simply can't remember where I parked!
Second time's a charm???
Here is the update on the house hunting.
We put in an offer last week on the house that we thought would be perfect. Well, the seller didn't think our offers were too perfect after going back and forth with him a little bit. So when he wouldn't budge, we walked.
The walk was hard. I was pretty let-down and emotional about it all. For a little bit I thought we had a chance at buying Buckingham Palace and were denied. But I pulled myself together. Luckily I have an awesome husband that is very reassuring and gives incredible hugs. And I have a dad that has an overwhelming ability to always make me believe that everything happens for a reason.
And everything does.
Justin and I looked at several houses yesterday. Eight? Nine? I don't know. After awhile they all started to run together. The first two we looked at were great and no others really compared to those. We hit a little bump in the road after realizing that Justin liked house #1 better and I liked house #2 better, so we really weighed our options last night. Our real estate agent contacted the seller for house #2 (because it was priced higher) to see how willing he was to negotiate and it turns out that he was willing to accept the amount we were thinking. So we put an offer in today! Hopefully he wasn't bluffing last night and everything truly does work out because we really love this house.
And it's funny about that "everything happening for a reason" thing. The house that we are constantly crossing our fingers about now is actually better than the house we were wishing for last week. In hindsight, I'm glad that the first one didn't work out.
No one ever said that the train to Grownuphood would be a smooth ride, but we are learning that getting through the rough parts of the trip together really isn't so bad.
We put in an offer last week on the house that we thought would be perfect. Well, the seller didn't think our offers were too perfect after going back and forth with him a little bit. So when he wouldn't budge, we walked.
The walk was hard. I was pretty let-down and emotional about it all. For a little bit I thought we had a chance at buying Buckingham Palace and were denied. But I pulled myself together. Luckily I have an awesome husband that is very reassuring and gives incredible hugs. And I have a dad that has an overwhelming ability to always make me believe that everything happens for a reason.
And everything does.
Justin and I looked at several houses yesterday. Eight? Nine? I don't know. After awhile they all started to run together. The first two we looked at were great and no others really compared to those. We hit a little bump in the road after realizing that Justin liked house #1 better and I liked house #2 better, so we really weighed our options last night. Our real estate agent contacted the seller for house #2 (because it was priced higher) to see how willing he was to negotiate and it turns out that he was willing to accept the amount we were thinking. So we put an offer in today! Hopefully he wasn't bluffing last night and everything truly does work out because we really love this house.
And it's funny about that "everything happening for a reason" thing. The house that we are constantly crossing our fingers about now is actually better than the house we were wishing for last week. In hindsight, I'm glad that the first one didn't work out.
No one ever said that the train to Grownuphood would be a smooth ride, but we are learning that getting through the rough parts of the trip together really isn't so bad.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Are you bakin' one?
I guess that is the appropriate way for a freshman in high school to ask you if you are pregnant. Nice, huh?
I've been getting asked a lot if I'm pregnant or when Justin and I plan on having a baby and I'm just so conflicted on how to answer. We still aren't telling people until after our May 6th appointment, but I also feel that if I say no when someone asks me if I'm pregnant then I'm jinxing the baby and something bad will happen. But I could also just be a little crazy.
So here are some sample questions and my usual responses:
Person: "Are you pregnant yet?" (This usually comes from a student or a cheerleader. The cheerleaders would have had me pregnant the second we got back from our honeymoon if it was up to them.)
Me: (cheerfully and breezy) "You never know! I guess I could be!"
Now I know how weird that must sound. I obviously know if I'm pregnant or not. But this just gets them to smile and say that they hope I am and that they want to babysit.
Person: "When are you and Justin planning to have children?"
Me: "We wouldn't be opposed if it was soon."
Well, gosh. I hope we aren't opposed because it's coming!
Other questions and answers are similar. I don't want to deny the little one that I'm currently "baking" but we aren't quite ready to give away the big news yet.
As for how I'm feeling, I've been feeling great the past couple of weeks. I feel awesome and while I should be thankful, it also makes me a little worried. As bad as those cramps were and as uncomfortable as that back pain was, I liked the little reassurance that something was going in there everyday. I haven't felt particularly pregnant lately. I do get nauseous every now and then and it usually involves a food that I have put in my mouth that has a weird texture to me. But other than that, I feel pretty good. For now, I'll try to be more thankful than worried.
We did have our first doctor's appointment a couple of Fridays ago and that went well. So our lentil bean that grew to be the size of a blueberry and is now the size of a kidney bean in this 8th week seems to be doing great! And mommy and daddy are anxiously trying to get a house for our little family to grow in! We really couldn't be happier right now :o)
I've been getting asked a lot if I'm pregnant or when Justin and I plan on having a baby and I'm just so conflicted on how to answer. We still aren't telling people until after our May 6th appointment, but I also feel that if I say no when someone asks me if I'm pregnant then I'm jinxing the baby and something bad will happen. But I could also just be a little crazy.
So here are some sample questions and my usual responses:
Person: "Are you pregnant yet?" (This usually comes from a student or a cheerleader. The cheerleaders would have had me pregnant the second we got back from our honeymoon if it was up to them.)
Me: (cheerfully and breezy) "You never know! I guess I could be!"
Now I know how weird that must sound. I obviously know if I'm pregnant or not. But this just gets them to smile and say that they hope I am and that they want to babysit.
Person: "When are you and Justin planning to have children?"
Me: "We wouldn't be opposed if it was soon."
Well, gosh. I hope we aren't opposed because it's coming!
Other questions and answers are similar. I don't want to deny the little one that I'm currently "baking" but we aren't quite ready to give away the big news yet.
As for how I'm feeling, I've been feeling great the past couple of weeks. I feel awesome and while I should be thankful, it also makes me a little worried. As bad as those cramps were and as uncomfortable as that back pain was, I liked the little reassurance that something was going in there everyday. I haven't felt particularly pregnant lately. I do get nauseous every now and then and it usually involves a food that I have put in my mouth that has a weird texture to me. But other than that, I feel pretty good. For now, I'll try to be more thankful than worried.
We did have our first doctor's appointment a couple of Fridays ago and that went well. So our lentil bean that grew to be the size of a blueberry and is now the size of a kidney bean in this 8th week seems to be doing great! And mommy and daddy are anxiously trying to get a house for our little family to grow in! We really couldn't be happier right now :o)
Grownuphood
I made up that word.
There is a difference between being an adult and being a grown-up. (And by the way, I just put the word grownup in dictionary.com to see if it is one word or has a hyphen and the dictionary people said that either one is acceptable.) You are technically an adult when you turn 18. Although, you don't have any leverage with your parents if you are still a senior in high school when you turn 18 and say something like, "I'll do whatever I want! I'm 18 now and that means I'm an adult!" However, I don't ever remember saying that. I'm sure my dad will clear things up if I did.
But I have felt rather adult-ish since I graduated high school. I think that going to and graduating from college is a very adult thing to do. Getting married seemed like something an adult would do. Living on my own (duh, and with Justin) seemed like an adult thing to do. But have I felt all that grown-up? Meh. Not all of the time.
Until this past week. Last Tuesday, Justin and I put on our big-kid-pants, grabbed our one-way tickets to Grownuphood and have not looked back. We are currently involved in a very grown-up process: buying a house.
Now I hope my closest friends and family members aren't reading this and feel very betrayed for me not sharing the news. But it has all happened so fast that sometimes I really have to concentrate to believe that it's really happening. We went to meet with a mortgage guy (for lack of his real, official title) last Tuesday to see if we would even be able to get a loan and for how much. After signing our names four bajillion times, we found out we did qualify and mortgage guy gave us the name of a real estate agent that he really trusts. Justin and the real estate agent were best friends by the time we left the bank after he called her and the whirlwind began.
The real estate agent said that if we got the ball rolling and were in contract to buy a house by the end of April that we would still qualify for the $8000 tax credit. (Thanks, Obama.) While $8000 sounded very appealing (sometimes, somedays, $8 sounds rather appealing) we didn't want to rush into anything unless we really loved a house and everything seemed to be falling into place.
So said real estate agent found us some houses in our area to look at. There weren't many since we really wanted to stay in McCordsville, and well, it's not that big. But I love, love, love this location. It's very close to school for me, a close drive to my sister's, my friend Ashley's, Target, the Hamilton Town Center, and other important places where we like to go. By Friday of last week I was off to look at four houses with Jess since Justin had to work.
The first two were not good. Not good at all. The first one's master bedroom was about the size of our closet and the carpet was stained beyond repair. The second one smelled like my Aunt Hazel's house used to...moth balls...times ten. Plus the layout didn't wow me. The third one had pretty much the same layout as the second one but these people had not only painted their walls bright yellow, black, and red, but had also painted all of the trim in almost every room and they had some lovely indoor/outdoor carpet going on throughout the whole place that would have to be replaced because I like a little plushness underneath my Flinstone feet when I walk around the house.
So on to house #4. I was discouraged. I hadn't fallen in love with any of the houses so far and I didn't think I would love the fourth one based on the pictures I'd seen. I figured we would be in the apartment forever, just throwing rent money down the drain.
But, by some miracle, house #4 was a million times better in person than it was in pictures. I immediately stepped into it and knew that Justin would love it, and I loved it too. The layout is awesome, it is in great condition, and it kind of just screamed at me that this was definitely the house that we are supposed to live in.
I gushed about the house to Justin and he was able to see it on Saturday. He liked it as well. It was harder for him to love it as much as me since he didn't have anything to compare it to (we couldn't get into the other houses that day) but I told him to trust me. And he did.
So while we were still riding the incredibly fast house-hunting roller coaster, my dad and Lea came to look at the house on Monday afternoon and liked it as well. And yesterday, our train officially arrived in Grownuphood and we made an offer on the house. Holy adult decision!
Now, don't worry. We didn't settle on this house just because we wanted the $8000 tax credit. I really do love this house and think it will be a great starter home for us. We heard back from the seller today and while he didn't accept our first offer (we knew he wouldn't), he did counter offer and we will be responding to that tomorrow. If your fingers weren't already crossed for us, do that now.
The whole process has been very overwhelming and very confusing. Me? Know something about buying a house? That's funny! But my dad has been very helpful, the real estate agent has been very helpful, and Justin has really self-educated himself with this whole process via Google, so he has been very helpful as well.
We are excited about this new chapter in our lives. I will be sad to leave our apartment. I tend to get attached to material objects/structures/houses. Let's face it, I surprise myself sometimes that I don't take off to Muncie and throw myself on the front yard of my parents' old house and cry my eyes out because we don't own that house anymore. But we need more space and need to start putting our money into something other than rent. Besides, if we have to live underneath the McStompers for much longer, we will both go crazy.
Wish us luck!
There is a difference between being an adult and being a grown-up. (And by the way, I just put the word grownup in dictionary.com to see if it is one word or has a hyphen and the dictionary people said that either one is acceptable.) You are technically an adult when you turn 18. Although, you don't have any leverage with your parents if you are still a senior in high school when you turn 18 and say something like, "I'll do whatever I want! I'm 18 now and that means I'm an adult!" However, I don't ever remember saying that. I'm sure my dad will clear things up if I did.
But I have felt rather adult-ish since I graduated high school. I think that going to and graduating from college is a very adult thing to do. Getting married seemed like something an adult would do. Living on my own (duh, and with Justin) seemed like an adult thing to do. But have I felt all that grown-up? Meh. Not all of the time.
Until this past week. Last Tuesday, Justin and I put on our big-kid-pants, grabbed our one-way tickets to Grownuphood and have not looked back. We are currently involved in a very grown-up process: buying a house.
Now I hope my closest friends and family members aren't reading this and feel very betrayed for me not sharing the news. But it has all happened so fast that sometimes I really have to concentrate to believe that it's really happening. We went to meet with a mortgage guy (for lack of his real, official title) last Tuesday to see if we would even be able to get a loan and for how much. After signing our names four bajillion times, we found out we did qualify and mortgage guy gave us the name of a real estate agent that he really trusts. Justin and the real estate agent were best friends by the time we left the bank after he called her and the whirlwind began.
The real estate agent said that if we got the ball rolling and were in contract to buy a house by the end of April that we would still qualify for the $8000 tax credit. (Thanks, Obama.) While $8000 sounded very appealing (sometimes, somedays, $8 sounds rather appealing) we didn't want to rush into anything unless we really loved a house and everything seemed to be falling into place.
So said real estate agent found us some houses in our area to look at. There weren't many since we really wanted to stay in McCordsville, and well, it's not that big. But I love, love, love this location. It's very close to school for me, a close drive to my sister's, my friend Ashley's, Target, the Hamilton Town Center, and other important places where we like to go. By Friday of last week I was off to look at four houses with Jess since Justin had to work.
The first two were not good. Not good at all. The first one's master bedroom was about the size of our closet and the carpet was stained beyond repair. The second one smelled like my Aunt Hazel's house used to...moth balls...times ten. Plus the layout didn't wow me. The third one had pretty much the same layout as the second one but these people had not only painted their walls bright yellow, black, and red, but had also painted all of the trim in almost every room and they had some lovely indoor/outdoor carpet going on throughout the whole place that would have to be replaced because I like a little plushness underneath my Flinstone feet when I walk around the house.
So on to house #4. I was discouraged. I hadn't fallen in love with any of the houses so far and I didn't think I would love the fourth one based on the pictures I'd seen. I figured we would be in the apartment forever, just throwing rent money down the drain.
But, by some miracle, house #4 was a million times better in person than it was in pictures. I immediately stepped into it and knew that Justin would love it, and I loved it too. The layout is awesome, it is in great condition, and it kind of just screamed at me that this was definitely the house that we are supposed to live in.
I gushed about the house to Justin and he was able to see it on Saturday. He liked it as well. It was harder for him to love it as much as me since he didn't have anything to compare it to (we couldn't get into the other houses that day) but I told him to trust me. And he did.
So while we were still riding the incredibly fast house-hunting roller coaster, my dad and Lea came to look at the house on Monday afternoon and liked it as well. And yesterday, our train officially arrived in Grownuphood and we made an offer on the house. Holy adult decision!
Now, don't worry. We didn't settle on this house just because we wanted the $8000 tax credit. I really do love this house and think it will be a great starter home for us. We heard back from the seller today and while he didn't accept our first offer (we knew he wouldn't), he did counter offer and we will be responding to that tomorrow. If your fingers weren't already crossed for us, do that now.
The whole process has been very overwhelming and very confusing. Me? Know something about buying a house? That's funny! But my dad has been very helpful, the real estate agent has been very helpful, and Justin has really self-educated himself with this whole process via Google, so he has been very helpful as well.
We are excited about this new chapter in our lives. I will be sad to leave our apartment. I tend to get attached to material objects/structures/houses. Let's face it, I surprise myself sometimes that I don't take off to Muncie and throw myself on the front yard of my parents' old house and cry my eyes out because we don't own that house anymore. But we need more space and need to start putting our money into something other than rent. Besides, if we have to live underneath the McStompers for much longer, we will both go crazy.
Wish us luck!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
"Morning" Sickness
OK, I shouldn't complain that much. I know that some women have it much harder than I have. But I swear this baby has it out for me sometimes!
The only reason that I took a pregnancy test in the first place (a week ago today!) is the unexplainable cramps I had been having. So once I had a reason for those cramps, I guess little Leavell decided it was time to really let me have it. I have had some cramping on and off ever since then. (Now before you worry...because trust me, I did...apparently it is totally normal and nothing to worry about in early pregnancy since your uterus is making room for the baby...I've read about it...A LOT.) The first few days weren't bad...and then Friday came. I drove to Fort Wayne and had a few times where I felt uncomfortable, but around 5:30 that evening I started to get really hot, started cramping, and felt the lovely feeling of morning, um, evening sickness. I started to get really blotchy and started to break out in hives so I locked myself in the bathroom (my dad wasn't aware he was going to be a grandpa at this point so I didn't want him to see me like that). After about 15 to 20 minutes, I started to cool down and feel much better. I was happy that, though I was nauseous, I never threw up so I considered that an accomplishment.
I woke up on Saturday and felt pretty good. But sure enough, evening time rolled around and so did my 20ish minutes of feeling sick. I felt the same as the night before so I thought that my morning sickness was just going to come in the evenings.
Until church the next morning. We were sitting in church on Easter Sunday when I started to get really bad pains and cramping in my back (a fun new symptom but, again, supposedly completely normal) and started to feel sick. But, not wanting to make a scene, I braved through it right there in the pew and felt better after a little while.
Now realizing that I could realistically feel sick at any time, I was a little nervous for school. And with good reason. During third block yesterday, with a classroom full of 30 freshmen, I broke out in hives and started sweating and knew that I couldn't stay in there. I went across the hall to my department chair's classroom and asked her if she had any Tylenol (I hadn't taken any since I found out I was pregnant) and she didn't so she watched my class for a little bit while I ran down to the nurse to take a couple to at least get through the day.
Overall I haven't felt 100% on any day. The pain and cramping in my back have been pretty uncomfortable, but I know that all of this will be worth it in about nine months! In the mean time, little one, take it easy on your mama!
The only reason that I took a pregnancy test in the first place (a week ago today!) is the unexplainable cramps I had been having. So once I had a reason for those cramps, I guess little Leavell decided it was time to really let me have it. I have had some cramping on and off ever since then. (Now before you worry...because trust me, I did...apparently it is totally normal and nothing to worry about in early pregnancy since your uterus is making room for the baby...I've read about it...A LOT.) The first few days weren't bad...and then Friday came. I drove to Fort Wayne and had a few times where I felt uncomfortable, but around 5:30 that evening I started to get really hot, started cramping, and felt the lovely feeling of morning, um, evening sickness. I started to get really blotchy and started to break out in hives so I locked myself in the bathroom (my dad wasn't aware he was going to be a grandpa at this point so I didn't want him to see me like that). After about 15 to 20 minutes, I started to cool down and feel much better. I was happy that, though I was nauseous, I never threw up so I considered that an accomplishment.
I woke up on Saturday and felt pretty good. But sure enough, evening time rolled around and so did my 20ish minutes of feeling sick. I felt the same as the night before so I thought that my morning sickness was just going to come in the evenings.
Until church the next morning. We were sitting in church on Easter Sunday when I started to get really bad pains and cramping in my back (a fun new symptom but, again, supposedly completely normal) and started to feel sick. But, not wanting to make a scene, I braved through it right there in the pew and felt better after a little while.
Now realizing that I could realistically feel sick at any time, I was a little nervous for school. And with good reason. During third block yesterday, with a classroom full of 30 freshmen, I broke out in hives and started sweating and knew that I couldn't stay in there. I went across the hall to my department chair's classroom and asked her if she had any Tylenol (I hadn't taken any since I found out I was pregnant) and she didn't so she watched my class for a little bit while I ran down to the nurse to take a couple to at least get through the day.
Overall I haven't felt 100% on any day. The pain and cramping in my back have been pretty uncomfortable, but I know that all of this will be worth it in about nine months! In the mean time, little one, take it easy on your mama!
Telling Grandpa
Jess and I went to visit my dad and his fiance Lea this past weekend. I put the cute "I love grandpa" bib that I found at Target in a bag with some tissue paper and was ready to break the news! We were there for a couple of hours and I was really looking for the perfect moment to let the cat out of the bag. After a bout of sickness (see related post about how I've been feeling with this little one) Jess decided that I'd better tell him soon or they may start wondering why I'm feeling so bad.
So I went to where he was sitting and told him that I got him a little present. He opened it up and happy tears immediately started flowing for the both of us! I have always pictured the moment when I tell my parents that they are going to be grandparents and it lived up to my expectation. I feel that this baby will bring a lot of happiness to our family and I know he has looked forward to being a grandparent for some time now. Needless to say, he is very excited and I cannot wait to see my dad hold my baby in his arms for the first time!
So I went to where he was sitting and told him that I got him a little present. He opened it up and happy tears immediately started flowing for the both of us! I have always pictured the moment when I tell my parents that they are going to be grandparents and it lived up to my expectation. I feel that this baby will bring a lot of happiness to our family and I know he has looked forward to being a grandparent for some time now. Needless to say, he is very excited and I cannot wait to see my dad hold my baby in his arms for the first time!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Education Overload
Did that just come from a teacher? Yes.
I've known I'm pregnant for a little over 48 hours now and I'm very overwhelmed with the amount of information out there. I'm Googled what seems like a hundred different things, exhausted the BabyCenter.com message boards, started reading What to Expect When You're Expecting as well as Dr. Oz's book, You: Having a Baby. And it's a lot to take in.
For one, all of the resources out there are informative. However, they can stress you out. For instance, I've been having a lot of cramps lately (which is what made me take the first pregnancy test to begin with) and I've spent a lot of time looking up to see if this is normal. From what I can read, cramps in early pregnancy can be completely normal because it means your uterus is growing and making room for the baby, which is just the size of sesame seed at the moment. So while I've been reassured that the cramps can be normal, I can't help but be nervous that something is wrong. Ashley told me today that I can't go around being stressed and always worrying because you have to have a positive attitude and I'm really trying to keep those wise words in mind.
In other sesame seed related news, Justin is now determined for us to be healthier. I agree, of course. Let's face it, we aren't the best eaters in the world. We made out a grocery list yesterday and went to two different stores to get some healthy options. We got a lot of fruits and vegetables (more than our refrigerator has ever seen!) and chose very healthy options for dinners including more salad, more vegetables, and lots of chicken. I also got some healthy snacks for me (not one cookie made it into our cart) as well as some healthy drink options. Goodbye, diet coke. I'm going to miss you.
Jess and I are heading to Fort Wayne tomorrow to visit my dad and Lea for the weekend. While I realize it's still early and we haven't even had a doctor's appointment yet, I'm going to tell him about the pregnancy. We have always been such an open and supportive family that I wouldn't have it any other way. I found a bib at Target today that says "I love grandpa" so I put it in a gift bag and I'll just let that do the talking. I'm really excited to see his reaction.
Well, either it's in my head or it's a sign of the pregnancy, but I'm exhausted. Time for me and the seed to hit the sack!
I've known I'm pregnant for a little over 48 hours now and I'm very overwhelmed with the amount of information out there. I'm Googled what seems like a hundred different things, exhausted the BabyCenter.com message boards, started reading What to Expect When You're Expecting as well as Dr. Oz's book, You: Having a Baby. And it's a lot to take in.
For one, all of the resources out there are informative. However, they can stress you out. For instance, I've been having a lot of cramps lately (which is what made me take the first pregnancy test to begin with) and I've spent a lot of time looking up to see if this is normal. From what I can read, cramps in early pregnancy can be completely normal because it means your uterus is growing and making room for the baby, which is just the size of sesame seed at the moment. So while I've been reassured that the cramps can be normal, I can't help but be nervous that something is wrong. Ashley told me today that I can't go around being stressed and always worrying because you have to have a positive attitude and I'm really trying to keep those wise words in mind.
In other sesame seed related news, Justin is now determined for us to be healthier. I agree, of course. Let's face it, we aren't the best eaters in the world. We made out a grocery list yesterday and went to two different stores to get some healthy options. We got a lot of fruits and vegetables (more than our refrigerator has ever seen!) and chose very healthy options for dinners including more salad, more vegetables, and lots of chicken. I also got some healthy snacks for me (not one cookie made it into our cart) as well as some healthy drink options. Goodbye, diet coke. I'm going to miss you.
Jess and I are heading to Fort Wayne tomorrow to visit my dad and Lea for the weekend. While I realize it's still early and we haven't even had a doctor's appointment yet, I'm going to tell him about the pregnancy. We have always been such an open and supportive family that I wouldn't have it any other way. I found a bib at Target today that says "I love grandpa" so I put it in a gift bag and I'll just let that do the talking. I'm really excited to see his reaction.
Well, either it's in my head or it's a sign of the pregnancy, but I'm exhausted. Time for me and the seed to hit the sack!
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