I found out I was pregnant a long time ago while Scott was on a foreign business trip. It seemed lame to tell him over Skype, so I opted to wait. Normally I don't blow my nose without his knowledge, so the delayed surprise announcement almost drove me to insanity. I remember talking to him on the phone while he was away and lying through my teeth saying, "You haven't missed much."
Once he got home, I decided to make a sign and put it in the future child's room in our house and then somehow trick him into going there (easier said than done, no one sets foot in that room ever). Anyway, I'd show you the sign, but I have a strict no-pregnancy-test-photo policy as far as online postings go. When he came home, I acted bizarre, told him I had a surprise for him (to which he responded, "Is it a pile of money?" ... ...), and I sent him in there and filmed it, and it was awesome.
The last 4+ months have been about as you'd expect them to be when an alien has hijacked your mid-regions.* We now refer to my body as a haunted house because it's inhabited by a small
I've never been that woman who's obsessed with babies or content vomiting daily for the greater good, so this is certainly a stressful experience. We're of course super excited though!*** For now, I guess we just wait and hope patience is a virtue that can be developed. It can, right? RIGHT? ANSWER ME NOW.
*Actually much much worse. Pregnancy is...kind of awful. Don't let the crazy moms fool you.
**Ew.
***Or as excited as you can be when you've become a human sloth.
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