We're Preggars!!!

Yepyepyep! We're preggars. El preganente. Pregsters. Expecting. I have a bun in the oven. I'm eating for two. (Wait. I already do that.)

Yes, it was planned. We only started trying at the beginning of this month! I am Fertile Myrtle. Nat says that Ben and I can just look at each other and I can get pregnant. My friend Rach used to always say that, if she and her hubs washed their underwear together, they got pregnant. :)

I wanted to wait until Micah turned two to start trying, but Ben and I were getting extremely strong spiritual impressions that it was time to start now. It was difficult to follow these promptings, because I get soooooooooooo sick when I'm pregnant, for most of the pregnancy. You may recall that I only gained 9 pounds with Micah. I was one sick lady. My spirit desperately wanted to get pregnant, but my mind and body were rebelling in a major way. But I decided to be brave and do what I know Heavenly Father wants me to do. I can't deny those promptings I got. And hopefully Heavenly Father will help me through it. If I'm still sick as a dog, well, maybe that's one of my trials in life that I'm supposed to have. My trial is not, thankfully, infertility. One of my trials, so far, is difficult pregnancies.

I figure I'm about three weeks along. The sickness hits at about four to six weeks along, so I should be getting sick in about a week or two. I'll be spending lots of time on the couch. And I need to get a new barf bucket - I threw out the one I used during Micah's pregnancy. Though I'm very much bracing myself for my nausea, I want it to come so that I'll feel like this pregnancy is real, you know? I also want it to come because, for me, sickness means a viable pregnancy. When I was pregnant with the baby I miscarried, I felt strangely good.

So bring it on, pregnancy! Bring on the nausea and vomiting! Bring on everything tasting gross! Bring on Ben's breath always smelling like Kraft Macaroni and cheese to me! Bring on being unable to lie on my tummy or back! Bring on heartburn that feels like I'm being stabbed! I'm ready for ya!!!

We did tell the kids. (I'm telling everyone. That's just how I roll. I cannot keep a secret to save my life.) Dylan looked at me quizzically and said, "How do you know that you're pregnant?" I said, "I peed on that stick over there, and it told me." Dylan looked at the pregnancy test and yelled, "Ewwwwwwwwww!!!!!"

Sadie looked at me earnestly and said in her cute little lisp, "I want a thithter." I said, "I'll do my best." We'll be happy with either, honestly.

I think Dylan is under the impression that you get pregnant when you pee on a stick. I heard him telling his friend today, "My mom peed on a stick today, and now she's pregnant!" Oh well.

Sadie has been touching my belly fat all day and saying, "I can feel the baby! She's getting big!" No, Sade. That's just my FAT. :)

So, wish us luck! Luck that the baby will be viable. Luck that I can handle this pregnancy.