This past weekend I was able to spend 2 1/2 wonderful days with Erin, Emily and Kathleen up in Kohler Wisconsin at a day spa. We had an amazing time relaxing and chatting about their babies and somehow, it came up that I had no real idea how to track my ovulation. Emily brought up a calendar and we discovered that wait-what-really?, I was 4 days late. Not major, but still. We talked about weird things that were happening, like my baby dreams, or the fact that Bugsy (who has always been a mama's boy) was extra clingy over the past few days - not leaving my side and needing to be in my lap at every moment. The girls were convinced, but it wasn't until I had some cramping during my facial and decided to talk to you that I was absolutely sure: every time I thought "Its me and you here baby...and we're going to be ok", it calmed down. It was clear: on my way home, I was going to have to pick up a pregnancy test.
When I got home yesterday, Nate had just finished walking through a horrible rainstorm and was soaked to the bone - perfect opportunity for me to sneak in the bathroom quick and take that test. I set it down and tried to prepare myself for the news, whatever way it came out. But then it appeared. I immediately started crying and grinning and "holy sh*tting". Nate took a little bit more time to adjust to the news - asking me to take three tests before he knew it was true: we. are. pregnant.
My little gator...the size of a teeny little orange seed. You're making me emotional and bloaty, my boobs are sore and I have to pee like...well...a pregnant woman. I love you more than I could imagine possible, and cannot wait to meet you in July!
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