A BABY

The last time I blogged was a little tragic, and I decided some happiness needs to fill this page. I also am going a little crazy with morning sickness and feel this craving to write. I want to write a novel or something. I'm not sure what I would write about, so that may never come to fruition. I truly want to document all things baby-related for selfish reasons-- I want to remember this experience, despite how horrible I've been feeling.

Yep. Morning sickness. I'm pregnant! I'm full-on, every symptom in the book, pregnant. I'm 12-weeks and we finally told the social media world our news. I feel like everyone already knew, but that's okay.

I'm definitely already showing. Everything smells and tastes horrendous to me. I'm so moody and emotional and I feel extremely sorry for Greg. EXCEPT when he does something so irritating like fry up some apple-pork sausage!!! Seriously, that shouldn't even be a food let alone one that my husband eats around his pregnant wife!

I honestly was caught off-guard when I saw that positive pink line back in January. We had just returned from our winter break in Utah. The weekend before going back to work found me falling asleep each afternoon. I was incredibly exhausted and couldn't figure out why. I knew we had partied hard and spent the most of our time with family in UT, but this was NOT like me. Then this little thought came to me... what if you're pregnant? I took a pregnancy test and it was positive before I even set it down on the counter. I JUST BAWLED AND LAUGHED OUT LOUD. I was laughing and crying and telling myself the news, "You're pregnant!" Waiting for Greg to come home was so hard. I had a little present wrapped up for my baby-daddy when he came home and he was beaming to hear about our little addition.

There is nothing I've wanted more than this. All the crazy things I've done in the past were to help me prepare for THIS. Every class, every plan, every heart-break, every accomplishment, every failure, every test, every mile and every prayer was for THIS.

Greg has been my Superman through all of this. We're just getting started and I often feel tinges of guilt for how much he takes care of me all while juggling demanding medical school. He cooks and cleans and goes to get me limeade practically every day. He lets me yell at him and cry at him and puts up with all my late-night, irrational panics about squishing my baby. I'm literally a crazy woman right now and it doesn't seem to phase him one bit. Everything that man has gone through in life has prepared him for ME. Poor guy (insert laughing tears emoji).

A couple weeks ago we told family our news with this little Valentine

I would LOVE to know what all you experienced mamas want to tell me in regards to surviving pregnancy, must-have products, emotional support, etc.

I have a feeling that having a baby is not going to be as simple as strapping him or her in a cute carrier and strutting around in my swimsuit;)  

If you want to stay tuned for my little updates, I promise there will be more. 

Until next time, 

SJ