Today is the last day of January.
It also happens to be the last day of my first trimester. I'm excited about this. The last time I was pregnant, with the gang, I missed out on a second trimester. I went from feeling icky to feeling huge. No in between break.
A lot of things should be different this time around. For example, my belly won't grow so huge that it squishes everything around and somehow ends up cutting off the circulation to my arms and hands, thereby needing assistance to pour milk on my cereal and open tiny jam jars. That will be nice. I'm pretty sure I won't need a shower chair during this pregnancy either. Or feel the need to eat bacon every morning and drink whole milk. (Such an interesting time in my life -- hoping and praying to gain 75 pounds.)
The biggest difference will be the little people I have to share this pregnancy with. I asked Sunny the other day if she got enough to eat and if her tummy was full. She looked up with sparkling eyes and exclaimed, "Baby!" While she rubbed her little tummy. Of course I explained that only mommy has the baby in her tummy. Then she asked if dad did. Nope, just mommies have babies. She gave my bump a little rub and went on her way.
I can't wait for everyone to meet in person.
On that note, I've pretty much made up my mind (Chris is on board) that we are keeping the gender of our baby a surprise until it's birthday. Going to do it retro style. Like, pre-1990. What do you think? Are we crazy?
Do you think I can actually make it until July? I'll take your guesses up until then, and any old wives tales that will give it away.