Keeping a pregnancy a secret is so very hard. A few more weeks and we will tell everyone. My word of advise, don't EVER wish for symptoms. I have officially peed on at least 20 preggo sticks because I have been so non-symptomatic that I don't actually believe there is a little bean in my belly. I haven't gained a single pound despite eating like a horse. No joke. Double quarter pounders, steak, half a dozen hard boiled eggs in one day. This eating is a problem. I have been starting to feel tired, but that's about it. My boobs only hurt from me pushing on them to see if they actually hurt. Yep, no shame on this blog guys. Low and behold, I awoke this morning feeling nauseous as all get out and spent the early parts of my morning wishing I would have just scrubbed the toilet last week. Ugh. Emma demanded that I go to the doctor because she doesn't want mommy to be sick. She is soooooo excited to be a big sister. Perhaps telling her was not the best idea, but I wanted her to share in our excitement. She has been telling people for months that there's a baby in her mommy's tummy, so I'm hoping to just play it off for a little bit longer when she shouts out things like, "Ms. Sharon, I went to Jacob's party yesterday. Katie was there. Leo was not there, but the baby in my mommy's tummy was there! I'm going to be a biiiiig sister!" Me: (probably blushing at this point): "Ms. Sharon, we are working with her on trying to say, I WANT to be a big sister SOMEDAY." I think I was busted. Emma came home from school yesterday with a letter her teacher helped her write at school.
"Dear Sister: I love my mommy and my sister and my grandmom (she doesn't call ANY of her grandmas grandmom, but oh well). Five kisses from Emma. I love you."
*tear* Aw, pregnancy hormones. Looking forward to seeing some of my favorite CW girls today. Hopefully I can drag my ass around enough to at least pick up some of the crap explosion around this house.........
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