|Yeah, I cropped out the part I peed on (but it had a cap anyway)|
I'm 13 weeks along now, making my due date January 23. I'm bummed because we can't travel for Christmas, but I'm sure it's not the only sacrifice we'll make for our child! It is so nice having B on shore tour, though, as he is able to come to all my appointments with me with no problems. Also, thank you military for my free healthcare! I'm gonna miss that once he's out.
I also sorta hesitated to put this out there because I know so many couples that are struggling with infertility. So if you want to bash me in the comments or say snide things behind my back for being a "fertile turtle" (um, I got pregnant twice within the course of 3 cycles--rude, huh?), I totally understand.
On another note, don't expect this to turn into some sappy maternity blog where I write mushy letters to my unborn child and bemuse about their future greatness. Sure, I'll put up a few ultrasound pics and maybe some belly shots when the time comes, and maybe I'll even blog about some of my ups and downs. (In short, food=gag; flying=awful.) But I'm still me. And I think weekly updates are just a bit much.
Answers to questions people tend to ask me: Yes, we will find out the sex of the baby in week 20. No, I haven't puked, but I still don't always feel okay. No, I don't really have a labor plan yet, but would like avoid a C-section. Yes, I've gained a pound, but it's all water weight. No, I'm not showing yet, but I look a little fatter. If you pat my stomach now, it's just fat; the baby is still down in the pelvis. Please don't pat that or I might call the cops. If you want to see what's happening in my body and where baby is, check this site out (and stall it at week 13).
And, YES, I am still a bit freaked out that I have a baby inside of me that will soon come out and change my entire life!