So, it's really really true.
We're having a baby!
At first I wasn't so sure. I mean, you pee on a 5$ stick and you have to trust that little stick for a whole 12 weeks that you're actually knocked up. That's one of the reasons we opted for the first ultrasound....I wanted PROOF that what was making my pants not fit was indeed a tiny human, and not just a big ball of crunchy cheezits, those little things that I CANT. STOP. EATING since I became pregnant.
We have christened the baby Cheeseball. I thought about making it fancy, and calling it "Petite Fromage" instead, but Cheeseball just rolls off the tongue so nicely. We shall call her cheeseball until she gets a real name. (And yes, we have a few name ideas. And no, I'm not going to tell you what they are!)
You may have also noted that I'm calling the baby a she. I'm saying it out loud, I think it's a girl. And until I'm proven wrong by an ultrasound or a baby boy bursting out of me on delivery, baby will remain a she. I feel different, my shape is different, and I REALLY want a little girl!
We're hoping little Cheeseball is punctual, and comes on her actually due date of January 1st. First, because it was my dad's birthday and it would be a great way to honour him, and second, because I could really use a new toaster! Do they still do that? Give toasters to the first baby of the year? I'd settle for a microwave too. Or a blender. What makes them (whoever "they" are) think that small appliances are the appropriate way to honour the first baby of the year? The only thing I remember wanting as a new mother was a pair of pants that fricking fit, and a bra big enough to hold my massive hooters!
So there you have it - our big excitement! I'll try not to bore you with talk of stretch marks and pants that don't fit, but when your pants are digging into your expanding waist in the most painful way, it's hard to think about much else!