life (lahyf) | one couple, two dogs...and a little baby

I've been holding off on writing this post for a few weeks now...8 to be exact. If you follow me on Pinterest, Twitter or Facebook, you may have noticed a lot of nursery pinning, complaints about virgin drinks and my weird cravings for spuds. All these hints were my subtle way of trying to break the news of being knocked up. Yup, we are in fact expecting. It hardly feels real and not a day goes by when I don't want to take another pregnancy test just to make sure the little one is still in there, but the morning sickness, and other un-godly symptoms I won't scare you with, have reassured me that it's in fact still in there.

Our friends and family have known for a few weeks now, but my hesitation with breaking the news wasn't because of the whole wait until after the 1st trimester recommendation. In all honesty, it's because I didn't know how to say it. We're so extremely excited, but sharing this news isn't like telling someone you're engaged. You have a ring to show for that - something pretty that you want to show off. When you're pregnant, especially in the early stages, you have nothing to show for. In fact, if anything you have to make more excuses on why you're acting weird. "I'm not drinking cause I'm detoxing.", "I'm eating more carbs cause I'm on a new diet.", "I'm not getting fat, I think I'm just losing muscle." These are all white lies you tell people to keep your good news a secret. Doesn't it seem a bit odd that joyful news is so deceiving in the very beginning?

Like I said, both Matt and I are SO excited, but with every bit of excitement comes fear.  I've always called myself "The Baby Dummy" and there's a reason for that, but luckily I have a fantastic support system that helps me overcome my fear:  My husband who watches my daily intake of tater tots like a hawk and ensures I take my pre-natal vitamins everyday; our families who are just as excited about our news as we are; my loving best friends who are always calling, texting and emailing to ask if we're doing ok; friends who are mothers that are generously offering up great advice; and other pregnant co-workers and blogger friends who I can share war stories with. 

Having these wonderful people in our lives really does help calm my nerves.  It's making this experience so enjoyable and less scary...because let's be honest, the fact that I'll soon have to squeeze (and I really mean squeeze) my way into pants with elastic waist bands, is the most frightening part of it all.