Little Pea

Hey there little pea,

You're about 14 weeks formed at present, I was super nervous to start posting about you until we knew you were on track to be healthy and safe. We finally got the go ahead, so here's what you've been through so far...

We announced you to Popo and Grammie (yep, names are already picked) and the rest of that family (3 of your Aunts, your Uncle, and lots of extended family) on Thanksgiving 2012. They were shocked and thrilled. I told my Mom (name TBD) a couple of days later downtown. Again, shocked and thrilled. You are one lucky kid.

I've seen you three times in an ultrasound, the first two you looked more like a pea (thus your new blog name) than a baby. The last one on 12/26 you finally looked like a baby. You had the hiccups and kept sucking your thumb, I could have watched you for hours.

You've been pretty easy so far. Haven't made me sick and besides making me super tired it's sort of been a breeze. You do appear to love oranges, hate pesto, and you're not such a fan of virgin bloody mary's (which is good because you won't be served those for quite some time).

That's about it for now, we have another appointment in a couple of weeks, but I'm not sure I'll get to see you at it. The one after that should be when we finally get to know your sex, and you can have a better name than little Pea.

The Prequel

In the interest of full disclosure, I'm back dating this to be the day we found out I was pregnant, in reality, you're 8 weeks old and I'm feeling nostalgic.

 

Since this blog didn't start from the very beginning, I want to capture the day we found out about you so that when you read this you have the full details.

 

I have always ALWAYS wanted a baby, ask anyone in the family. And when you get older, we can talk about my medical concerns and why I felt the need to have you sooner rather than later, but in short I was worried I wouldn't be able to have you if I didn't have you very soon. We clearly didn't give you a traditional start, but it is very much my belief that it is more important for you to be loved than for you to have a traditional family to be loved in. In that respect, you are EXTREMELY well covered. I'm not sure what our family will look like when you're old enough to read this, but just know, you were very wanted, you are very loved, and families can take a lot of different forms-but they will always love you.

 

With that said, I expected getting pregnant to have its own set of challenges, so when your Dad started telling me he thought I was pregnant I disregarded it. At the end of October I decided to take a pregnancy test with the result being the faintest of faint second lines. I woke your Dad up immediately to see if he saw it, though he was groggy and I'm not sure I ever got an answer. I googled whether an extremely faint line counted (I am a professional googler, as you will see..and probably inherit). Even though the internet confirmed that it did in fact count, I proceeded to take about 6 more tests over the next week until I was satisfied that the line was firm enough and wasn't going anywhere. It wasn't that I didn't believe I was pregnant, more that I was scared that it wouldn't last.

 

I didn't tell many people at first, I was too scared that getting pregnant was too easy and it was only a matter of time until something went wrong. Fortunately, you continued to grow..and the rest is history (and well documented in this blog). Nothing seemed real until you were born, not the ultrasounds or the heartbeats. I loved seeing you and hearing you every chance I got, but it all seemed too good to be true. And now, here you are, the love of my life as healthy as can be.