I've been keeping a secret for the last six weeks and I FINALLY get to spill the beans! Which is such a relief, because I'm the worst secret keeper ever.
Well, here you go.
I went for my first appointment this morning. Besides the never ending nausea, sore boobs and crying for no reason, I haven't really felt pregnant (I know, I'm a loon), so I was half expecting the midwife to tell me I was mistaken.
Midwife: Mrs Kay, it's just that you're, um, NOT pregnant. Not in the least.
Me: But what about the uncontrollable sobbing I did over Grey's Anatomy?
Midwife: Well, emotional issues aren't really my specialty, but I can give you the number of a really great psychologist.
Me: But my pants aren't fitting anymore!
Midwife: Yes, I noticed that. I can also recommend a really great weight loss specialist.
So to see my baby squirming on the ultrasound screen was not only reassuring, it really drove home that I am, in fact, pregnant with a REAL LIVE HUMAN BEING inside me.
As for stats, I'm 10 weeks along, due January 11th, and settling into some very intense cravings.