You didn't know we were trying? Neither did we.
Yes, this is a huge surprise. But I love surprises and even though I'm still in shock ("we're having a baby? you sure about that?") I'm certain this is the best surprise ever.
Except? Ohmyhell, my belly. Only eight weeks and it has exploded.
"Mama, I'm sharing stickers with the baby. This is the baby's sticker. Not yours. Got it?"
And the funny thing is, everything is going "perfectly" (as long as you don't count the constant nausea). With both boys we had to try-try-try and once pregnant I had to take hormones in order not to miscarry. With this one? Hormones are perfect. With the boys, I just got fat-fat-fat and I never looked pregnant. With this one? "Oh my god! You already have a baby bump!" The differences are just mind-boggling.
I'm thanking the gluten-free gods for the everything-working-out-for-once. Over four years and I'm most definitely at my healthiest.
Except for the nausea. Dear gods, could you take care of that one please? With a cherry on top?