Per my husband I should start a baby blog. I am 8 weeks 4 days. It really is a miraculous and breathtaking beginning.
My birthday, February 5, 2010. We had invited friends over for a Taco Bar dinner to celebrate my 29th birthday. When we got home from work my loving hubby and I starting prepping all of the yummy sides for our bar. While he was busy cooking I snuck away to take my third pregnancy test of the week, the previous had been disapointing. I sat, with my eyes covered, three minutes passed and I peeled my hands away, tummy quivering with nerves, and, "Honey come here, you're going to S^%t. I never said I was eloquent. He came around the corner and reached my newly peed on stick at his eye level. He looked at it, looked at me in disbelief, and then smiled as he high-fived me. We made a deal not to tell any of the friends that night. We would wait a while, 12 weeks he said, like all of a sudden he is a pregnancy guru. I said two weeks, but I lasted about 3 days. Everyone knows now, and my grapefruit sized uterus grows more and more each day, supporting our kidney bean sized little one. Interesting fact for week 8-our baby is losing it's tail.
Our first ob appointment is March 10, a little over a week to go, and we are so excited, can't wait to hear the heartbeat.
