16 and pregnant

Sixteen weeks pregnant that is. I haven't really been taking any bump shots because well, there wasn't much of a bump to shoot. Till now. Some of you out there are going to be inclined to maybe break out the magnifying glass and maybe ask, "what bump?" and maybe quietly wonder if I really am prego. But I am, and it's there. Here, see for yourself:

I'm trying to look happy in that picture but right then, I really just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. This is the best happy that Mikka could drag out of me in spite of the way I felt. That's what Best Friends are for after all, right? Plus they know what kinds of bad pictures are good enough to put on a blog and the ones that ought to be deleted el pronto.   

When I went to my last appointment I remember the Midwife telling me some things like "this is the best part"  and "now eating wont seem as much like a chore." and somewhere in there I could have swore I heard the phrase "more energy."  Lies. All lies. I feel the same as trimester one and now my pants don't even fit as well. Seriously, I don't know what I would do if I had a job that I had to wear real clothes instead of scrubs. I <3 stretchy pants. and tums. It's not that the pants are much tighter, I think it's just that its tight enough in all the wrong places, like right over my bladder. 

But I can't wait to see the little guy or gal. I decided I hate being pregnant (and reserve the right to change my mind at anytime) but I'll do it over and over again to have kids because I LOVE THEM. alot. I think Ben is thinking about maybe getting excited sometime soon too. It's hard to blame him too much though. As soon as he can see or hear or feel it, then it will be more real for him. I've had non-stop reminders that there's something there for months and he's just had a hungry, nauseous, tired, cranky wife with mood swings to remind him. 

{moral of the story}

The second trimester isn't as good as you think it will be. 

Oh yeah! and while you're here, take my poll. It's just to the right up there somewhere.

Spilling the beans

So, firstly I'd like to say that it's not all my fault that I haven't posted in a while. Our internet has been out for the past month. Secondly, I'd like to say that I'm pregnant. 

Yep. You can go back and read it again, but It's still going to be there. March 11th (ish) Ben and I are going to be parents. :) I guess if we haven't grown up by now, we have a deadline.  At the moment I am 13 and a half weeks along. We won't know what it is until about 19 weeks. I don't really know how I feel about calling my unborn child an "it"... but saying "the baby" every time also seems a little weird. 

I think the best part of being pregnant is getting to tell the husband. They got to propose in a fun way and I get this. What's even better is that he only got to propose once; who knows how many times I'll get to tell him we're having a baby!

Anyways, this is how I told Ben

 I waited to take the test until July 7th, not just because it was my birthday but also because it was my day off. Nobody wants to go into work after finding out one way or the other. So I woke up in the morning when I had to go to the bathroom and took the test, then I crawled back into bed with Ben and he asked me what it said and I told him, "error."  So now I had to wait till I had to pee again... while I was doing this, Ben went somewhere for a few hours, maybe work but I don't remember. When he was gone, I took another test and when he got home he noticed the extra trash from a second test and asked me about it and I told him that I think we had the tests under the sink too long because I got another error code. I told him to take a shower so we could go get some more. After opening birthday gifts and him still not getting in the shower I told him again that I wanted to go buy some more tests and that he needed a shower first. So, he got in the shower. Then I made my move. While he was in the shower I had set it up. The second test wasn't really a dud. After he got out of the shower he went to his underwear drawer, as you might expect, to get some clothes on. However, instead of finding his Gs he found another sort of underwear...

 Also, I think it's funny that he found out when he was stark naked. ;) His reaction wasn't what I expected at all though. I thought he would jump up and hug me and there would be lots of kisses and smiles all around. But, this is Ben we're talking about. What I got was. "hu? OH! cool." and a smile still looking for where his Gs are. And I was the one to initiate the hug. I should have just made him find his underwear on his own. I guess I'll have to take him by complete surprise next time. I won't even let on that I might be pregnant. 

{Moral of the Story}

Don't watch YouTube videos of other men finding out there going to be dads before telling your husband.