Bun in the Oven

You heard right. We're multiplying! True to what my mom always said, sex does in fact often lead to pregnancy. In our case, it led there fast! I find it hysterical that every time we've told a man close to us (dads, brothers, male friends, etc.) they all want to slap Todd on the back, give him a hearty handshake, and say something along the lines of "you stud!" or "you dog, you!" Little known fact though -- I had something to do with it, too.

In fact, now I have the biggest role to play over the next several months, until our bundle of joy comes out screaming and ready for Todd to get involved. Although Todd might disagree that he, in fact, has the hardest job...dealing with my mood swings, constant food aversions, and terrible gas. OH the gas. Nobody told me I'd be competing to put Barney from the Simpsons out of business with the burping and farting I can construct. Everything gives me indigestion. Yes, even water. Seriously, Todd should be put up for sainthood, the way he just laughs and congratulates me when a "loud one" sneaks out just as we're laying down for bed.

But along with the grossness, the teenage acne I've developed, the fact that NONE of my pants now button, and the "smells like poop" look that the thought of eating chicken often puts on my face, we couldn't be more excited to be entering in to the next phase of our lives.

When I was little, I had so many cabbage patch dolls, that I would have easily made the Duggars feel insufficient. And I diapered, fed, clothed, burped, and loved those babies like they were human children. Granted I can't remember the last time I changed a real diaper...and I have NO CLUE how to properly burp a baby...but hey, that's why the hospital offers classes, right? My point is, I think I have always subconsciously known that being a mother was "my calling". And now that call is being answered. And I feel blessed, and nervous, and anxious, and thrilled, and already so much more in love with the "idea" of something than I ever have been in my life. And I can't wait.

I can't wait for my belly to get so big that I can no longer see anything on the bottom half of my body (mainly because I hate shaving my legs, and this is like, the ultimate excuse. Todd's psyched, really). I can't wait for people to pat my stomach and ask when I'm due. I can't wait for strangers to tell me I have that "glow" (actually the nurse at my OBGYN's office said that yesterday and I was beaming like a big goof). I can't wait to spend the winter living in leggings and stretchy pants (which in my opinion totally constitute a professional office wardrobe when preggo). I can't wait to find out whether it's a boy or a girl (and as long as it's healthy, I couldn't care less. Todd has his own wish...guess which he's hoping for. Sheesh, he's such a guy.) I can't wait to hold our baby for the first time. I can't wait to see if the baby has Todd's dimples, blond hair, and blue eyes. I can't wait to see Todd coo over our newborn and be a daddy. I can't wait for my parents to become grandparents, and for all of our families to meet this life that we created. And I can't wait for Whinnie - yes, we consider her a family member - to meet her little brother or sister.

So this little blog...that went down the aisle, and through our first year of marriage, is about to hit an all new roller coaster. I plan to document the ups, downs, and everything in between, about pregnancy. And I promise to throw in a funny Todd story or yummy home cooked dinner here and there. (Proof: we had delicious baked potatoes for dinner tonight. Happy?)

I'm so happy we're public and that now I can put it all down here for family, friends, and strangers alike to enjoy. Get ready...because this pregnancy is about to get very real. And very entertaining...

WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!!!!