Otherwise titled "Yes, we're alive"
Well, I'm pretty sure we've told everyone who reads this- but here is something we saw quite a while ago and kept to ourselves:
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There are two because I had brought a test, but NOT the instructions, when we went "home" for Christmas. So, when I took the test at about 3am New Years Day, I didn't know if it was positive or not. Hilarity ensued, culminating with some creative lies, a fruitless trip to 7-11 and a more productive trip to an actual grocery store, and a little bit of lateness for meeting our friends for brunch. During which we lied through our teeth (Sorry, A&D!)
"Morning Sickness" hit precisely upon walking into the airport for our trip home, and continued through the 10 or 12 week mark. In fact, I'm still not feeling great, to the amazement of casual acquaintances who assure me I'll feel better when I hit the second trimester. At 16 weeks, I'm not too convinced about that whole "super-woman second trimester" thing. But you never know, that could be just around the corner. In the meanwhile, I'm making the best of "super tired, but not throwing up."
Meanwhile, my 16-week-pregnant self and E are beyond thrilled that 1: spring has come to Small Town, Midwest, and 2: we are sharing it with our baby-to-be H. We are so, so excited, even if he (or she) is slowing me down a bit, leaving E to be doing approximately three times his fair share of dishes and laundry. And pretty much everything else.
