I first want to say thank you so much to all of you who left so many wonderful comments for me over the last week!  It is so greatly appreciated!  You’re all so wonderful and I’m glad to know you.

I can’t believe it’s been a week since I’ve posted already.  Time flies when you’re sick.  Take a recurring bladder infection coupled with the never ending Flu, 2 antibiotics, a cough that sounds like I’ve been smoking 3 packs a day my entire life, on top of the first trimester grossness and you’ve got what I’ve been smothered with the past 11 days.  I feel like the walking dead.  I really don’t know how else to explain it. 

I don’t have the energy to do anything productive.  I am starving all the time, but the thought of anything but Honey Nut Cheerios and egg sandwiches turns my stomach so bad that I so fear the dreaded vomit session.  Then I think, maybe if I wouldn’t try so hard not to get sick, then I would feel better?  No, definitely not.  Can’t do it.  I’ve never been a puker, and I’m not about to be OK with becoming one now.

On a much better note.  We had an appt with the OB Monday night, to check things out b/c I had some spotting late last week and over the weekend.  During this visit he did a basic check of the old cervix to make sure she was closed up nicely and a sonogram to take a peek at the little one.  Eric and I were in absolute shock at how much growing the baby has done since last week.  I mean astronomical growth.  Last week all we saw was a tiny blurry dot.  And this week, a little tadpole looking growth.  Beside getting to see the delightful flicker of the heart, this time we got to actually hear it!  It echoed so loudly in the room, it was just wonderful.  Nice and strong and perfect!  Eric says the baby has his heartbeat.  What a peaceful sound it was.  We got a recording of the sonogram and get to bring it back every visit so they can add to it!  Talk about a keepsake!

I’ve already scheduled my 13 week scan and blood for the genetic screening and I have to pop over to the hospital for my first trimester prenatal workup.  Parking there is an absolute bitch, nonexistent actually, so I’m thinking of going tonight when Eric gets home from work, this way he can just drop me off at the door.  I need to have it done before my actual first prenatal visit on Tuesday.

We are thinking of telling our Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles this weekend.  We have to break the news strategically however.  Why?  Because everyone knows eachother.  For example, if we tell my Grandma (my Moms Mom) first, there is a good chance she will tell my Aunt (my Moms sister) who will in turn call her sister in law, who works with and is friends with my other Aunt (my Dads sister) and we certainly don’t want anyone hearing our happy news from anybody other than ourselves.  I don’t think that’s selfish.  I think that is very fair.  After all, everyone else got to share their news when it was their turn right, so now it’s our turn.  If we tell my Granparents who live in Florida first, my Grandma will certainly call my Aunt (my Dads sister) and say something to her.  She has proven herself to not be able to keep a secret.  So we need to pick our visits and phone calls wisely.

Otherwise, not much else has been going on.  Life has been for the most part boring.  Just trying to get over this illness that consumes our house.  Here’s hoping the next 2 weeks will find us fully recovered and enjoying this exciting time to the max!