Joke's on Me!

You know that moment when you're so busy at work, preparing your self, your mind, your home and your family for a new boy named Brandon to enter your life, that you forget about everything else?

And I mean, everything else.

That moment when you feel so nauseous and sick at work, and you blame it on cheating on your diet the night before? And the next time, you blame it on bad Taco Bell? And the next time you blame it on that 24 hour flu?

That moment when you just want to fall over and sleep on the floor during the day, and blame it on all the extra hours you've been working?

And that moment when things on your body start getting bigger and you cant sit down with your jeans buttoned anymore?

I mean, I know you quit working out so much due to the new 18 month old boy that joined your life recently, but seriously, all those salads, and the jeans STILL get tighter?

Yeah, that's when it hit me.

Gee, maybe I should take a pregnancy test?

Well, 4 EPTs, 4 plus signs, and a lot of deep thinking with my bestie, and a week later, I finally let the reality sink in, and I told Matt the news.

I wrapped a (clean) PT in a gift bag and gave it to Brandon. I put a shirt on him that said "Guess What?!"
Then I told him to go give the bag to Daddy.

Matt's face looked like mine did.
 "Are you serious?!!"

So by the time I went to my first Dr. apt, it was 2 weeks after I found out. By then, apparently I was 16 weeks and 2 days along.

My Nurse laughed at me. The receptionist at the blood testing center laughed at me.
I've decided they probably announced my story over the Hospital's loud speakers the second I left. All I heard was, "How did you not know?!"

I was busy ok!! New kid, leaving work, training the new girl, moving my horse to a new barn, getting our house ready, having a toddler move in... things got a little crazy!

So here we are, at 18 weeks. We just found out that we are having a baby Girl, that Brandon can be a wonderful big brother to.

They claim I'm due Feb 1st, so this will be a fun next 5 months! My belly has already popped out beyond the point of no return, and I've become a huge fan of stretchy yoga pants.

Oh, and NO we are not telling baby-girl's names to anyone so... you'll just have to wait ;)

But if you really need something, Matt has been calling my pooch "Food Baby" since a few days before I told him. which is another hilarious story all in its self.

So until next time, me and Food Baby are off to bed!