First Trimester: Butterflies in my Stomach

As I write this post, I am approaching my 9th week of pregnancy. However, I likely won't post this for several more weeks. There is a small part of me that can hardly contain this news, and I want to tell everyone I know. There is an even bigger part of me that loves that this is a special secret that only Wyet and I share. This is really happening; we are having a baby!

When I took that first pregnancy test on February 22nd, we both had a feeling that it was going to be positive. Nevertheless, when those two pink lines showed up, Wyet sat speechless; dumbfounded really. For me, it was one of those amazing yet overwhelming moments where all you can do is either laugh or cry. I opted for laughter. Wyet made a joke, and we couldn't quit laughing. It was moment of pure happiness, and perhaps a little fear too that we weren't quite ready to acknowledge.

Instantly {of course} I bought a book on pregnancy and became a Google Master on every topic imaginable. Wyet spent a day or two adjusting to the news {and became increasingly more obsessed with sorting our finances}. While this was very much a planned adventure, it still felt like a surprise.

The extreme tiredness and nausea are definitely in full effect. Though I am counting all my blessings that I haven't had to deal with vomiting {fingers crossed it stays that way!}. I am getting by on cold cereal and popsicles, and I often climb in to bed well before 8:00 p.m.

I can't even begin to put in to words how incredibly blessed I am to be sharing this experience with Wyet. If I thought he was my better half before, he is now showing me that he is what makes me whole. Thank you for your unbelievable support and excitement; for texting me in the middle of the day to ask how our bean is and for making me homemade peanut butter bars well after bedtime. You are my most favorite person, and I can't wait to experience this next phase of life with you.

Parents to be!