Remembering back to these days brings all the feelings: excitement, anxiety and car sickness.
We found out on February 4th (a Thursday). I was about a week late, which was not that unusual, but we planned to wait to take a pregnancy test until we got back from our weekend in Detroit. I was working from home that particular day and antique shopping for work when I parked across the street from a Walgreens. I thought, I'll just get the test now and then we can have it at the ready when we get back. I bought the cheapest, most generic pack of two, with the thought that I didn't want to spend a lot of money when it would just be negative. On my way out, I grabbed a container of cut up pineapple because it sounded irresistible (first sign).
When I got home, I had to go potty. I thought, why not just do one now, it will be negative, then I can take the other on Monday. It immediately turned into a plus sign. I was shaking and put it down and thought, it absolutely will turn negative if I just let it sit for the recommended 3-5 minutes. I walked away, kind of giddy and emotional, and came back to a clear positive.
I couldn't hardly wait for Joe to get home. I first called our insurance and got that figured out once and for all (it was on the big long list for the year, checked that bad boy right off!), so the first person to know the news was the BCBS customer service agent, Orlando. He said congratulations.
It was Joe's birthday month of February, and it happened to be a "note" day, which he had just mentioned to me was his very favorite day. So, I wrote this note and stuck the test under his pillow (in a baggy, don't worry). His first reaction was denial (nope, really?? nu uh!! whaaaa?!), then a big kiss and we hugged for a bit. Both of us were in a bit of disbelief. Then we stayed up late and watched animated YouTube videos of a baby growing in the womb for nine months, while still in a state disbelief/bliss.
I hardly had morning sickness in the morning, it was always throughout the day and came in waves. I fully embraced it when it came, after all, this is a tell tale sign that baby is doing okay, and I can put up with a little bit of nausea as long as this baby is growing and growing some more. I never actually got sick, and the best way I can describe it was a car sick/motion sickness feeling that would come on unprovoked. Eating something, anything, made it feel a bit better, even though I didn't feel too hungry. My snack of choice has been sugar-based all along, and usually consists of chocolate, candy, fruit, or all. Also, from the get-go, I had an insatiable thirst. Water bottles have been my friend, and I've bought/lost/thrown away about five of them at this point.
Around 10 weeks I had a super vivid dream of a little girl with blonde pigtails. She was about two or three. Joe, myself and she were playing outside of my parent's house, and we were both caring for her. That gave me the impression she was our daughter, and I felt this very strong connection to her. A car pulled up and she nested her head into my legs; she was super shy. Ever since then, I've felt this is a girl, but as it gets closer and closer, I'm really not so sure. It completely doesn't matter to us what the gender is. So thrilled either way.
My sister was the first to know. She felt left out when she was one of the last to know of our family members about the engagement, so I wanted her to know first about this. She told me she will book her flight for early October that day.
We told all our sets of parents around eight or nine weeks, once we had it confirmed with the doc. We told my parents through a note wrapped up with the ultrasound, which said something about an early 39th anniversary gift (the baby's due date is October 8). My mom knew it was coming, or so she says.
We told his dad and step mom in a similar fashion, with his sister, brother-in-law, and niece and nephew in Grand Rapids. Pete shed some tears, which was super sweet and I will never forget his reaction.
We didn't get the luxury of seeing Joe's momma, so we called her and Joe told her a knock knock joke. "Knock-knock." "Who's there?" "Grandma." "Grandma who?" "Grandma you!"
There is so much anxiety through those first twelve weeks, mostly because of all the unknown. You can't feel the baby move, so you don't have that reassurance, you aren't showing yet, and we chose to wait to tell most people. All we wanted was for this baby to be healthy and make it through the finish line. Googling became my worst enemy - just don't do it. There's a bit of loneliness in those weeks and it just drrraaaggsss.
On the other hand, it was a super special time with Joe, as we were the only ones that we saw in our day-to-day lives that knew this secret. But at this point, we just wanted that baby to keep growing and keep getting bigger, because we already loved this little bean so much.
For all the bump pictures in a row, see this post here.