The end of the beginning

So last week, I was extremely sick- some kind of viral infection. I hate that term- viral...I'm pretty sure it means the doctor doesn't know what's wrong, and doesn't want to spend any more time trying to figure it out. But oh well- I'm not 100% better, but at least I am able to go back to work now.

As some of you may know already, last Tuesday, Jake and I were able to hear the cupcake's heartbeat for the first time. Let me tell you something: I thought my life changed the day I found out I was pregnant. Then I thought it changed when I saw the cupcake's ultrasound for the first time. But absolutely nothing prepares you to hear another living heartbeat, INSIDE of you. The doctor said because I was only 11 weeks not to get our hopes up because sometimes you can't hear it that early. But he put that cold nasty jelly on my lower belly, and boom, there it was! And pretty fast too, which leads to my next point.

From the day I found out I was pregnant, my gut feeling has been that I am having a girl, and nothing has swayed that. I have read all kinds of old wives tales and superstitious ways to tell the gender- they say the faster the heart beat, the more likely it is to be a girl. The funny thing was, before I got pregnant, I DID NOT WANT GIRLS. At all. I wanted a house full of boys. I even had names picked out. But it's funny how, when it actually happens, that all goes out the window. From day one, both Jake and I have wanted a healthy baby regardless of gender. And no matter what color frosting this cupcake comes out with, we will love it unconditionally.

Sorry, this post isn't so funny- my funny bone is still recovering from my viral infection, I guess :)

I'm Sick of Having to Pee!

The title explains it all- seriously. Every hour, sometimes more; after every meal, I gotta go. How can something the size of a peanut right now be affecting my bladder so much? I know that I'll look back on this post later in my pregnancy and wonder why I was complaining (I hear it only gets worse after 3 months), but right now, even as I am typing, I have to pee. Ugh...
Oh and guess what? I just got done eating too- a ham sandwich. And I'm probably going to make a pot of macaroni and cheese now. My appetite has sky-rocketed in the past 2 weeks, which I am enjoying. But, I weighed myself after lunch today, and I have only gained about 3lbs so far. I feel like a whale compared to my normal self, and 3lbs? C'mon...with the way I have been eating, I should have gained 10. Oh well. I know the weight gain is coming, soon.
Jake is pretty excited about my new baby bump, I think because he feels kind of left out of this whole process (although, he had a pretty major role in the making of my bump haha). I'm still pretty much in shock over how well he adjusted to our new situation. The other day, I overheard him tell one of his friends that life is good "because work is good and I'm going to be a dad soon." What 21 year guy says stuff like that? Mine :)
Speaking of work, for those of you that don't know, I work in a daycare as a teacher in the 4 & 5 year olds classroom. And everyday since I have told my kiddos about my cupcake, I get asked questions or something is said that just makes me laugh. Here are some examples...

*Paul- "Has your baby fallen out yet?"

*Aidan- "Has your baby come out yet?"
Macey- "No, it still has to cook."

*Logan- "Can I feel your baby?"
Me- "Well you can't really feel the baby, but you can feel my belly if you want. It's getting a little bigger."
Logan- "Ok." And then he proceeds to touch my boob...

Thanks for reading :)

The Beginning

As I type this, I am eating. Again. Baked pasta. About 2 hours ago, I ate a peanut butter sandwich. My life has always centered around eating, and now, it's even more so. Not that it bothers me- food has always been one of my favorite things. Ever. Lately though, all I have wanted is orange juice, turkey, and a cheeseburger, pretty much in that order.
So many people have been asking me how I am feeling and doing- the truth is, I don't feel pregnant and I don't look pregnant, so it's strange for so many people to care about me. I'm glad we have all this support though. I honestly thought more people would be freaked out (in a bad way) by our announcement. I can't say how awesome it makes us feel :)
Ok, done with the sappy stuff. I'm about to finish this bowl of leftover pasta, and still want something else- a bowl of cereal? Girl scout cookies- yes, a whole row of Carmel Delites (or Samoas, if that's what you prefer to call them) is calling my name. By the way, here is why I chose to name my blog what I did: the day before I went to the doctor to confirm (at the time) my worst fear, I was explaining to one of the girls in my class that I wouldn't be at school until lunchtime. Another girl, Nola, was sitting in my lap, and here's how the next minute and a half of my life went:

Nola- "why you not gonna be here til lunch tomorrow?"
Me- "Because I have to go to the doctor"
Nola- "You got a oww-ie?"
Me- "No, I don't have an owwie"
Nola- "Then why you goin to the doctor?"
Me- "I will be able to tell you later...I'll tell all your friends and you soon. It's something exciting"
Nola- "is it a cupcake?!"

And this is why I love my job...thanks for reading. Hope to post more as time goes on :)

Leslie