This past week, the week post-test, has been crazy. We told each other we wouldn't get excited until the appointment on the 14th......when we might see a little heartbeat. I can't even imagine what seeing that on screen must be like. I don't feel pregnant other than being hungry all the time, sore breasts, and the fact that I could cry at the most ridiculous things. But regardless, we wanted to hold our excitement back until we have the visual confirmation. That's a lot of pressure on something the size of a sprinkle. But no matter how hard we tried, each passing day we talk hesitantly about something else. On January 7th, JP talked to my tummy for the first time. In our nightly shower, he leaned down and screamed at my belly that it "will be a boy." All I could do was shoo him and giggle :) We've begun to talk about everything from names, to all of the responsibility, to baby clutter that will soon envelop our household, and how exactly we will obtain all of these "necessities." As my work clothes grow tighter....I can't help but wonder if it is just holiday catching up to me or really an expanding baby chamber. Nonetheless, the knowledge that 1000-1500 calories will be used for breastfeeding is somewhat mind-easing...
The most looming subject that has crept into our conversations this week is breaking the news. The most important part is being able to tell in person. And it just so happens that we will see both parents (rather grand-parents to be) in person in the coming weeks. If we do see that heartbeat on Thursday, JP will be up to bat first! YES!! Followed by my parents the next weekend. If not, we will have to wait until 8 weeks and I will have to go first. Again, so much pressure on our little sprinkle....
First task: Withhold excitement = Fail.
-Katie-
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