My OB loving refers to the first trimester as "The 3 Month Hangover." I am going to unabashedly agree. Which is funny, because truth be told, I have never in my lifetime been hung over. However, from my very limited knowledge, everything I know tells me this is a very good analogy. And it makes me smile every time I think of it. At least in a 3 month hangover, you have something more lasting to show for it than an evening's worth of a good time!
That said, I would now be hoping to emerge from said "hangover." Unfortunately, that's just not seeming to happen at this point. There might be faint glimpses of light at the end of the tunnel, but I am certainly not there yet. After all, I am still finding myself dysfunctional without my daily nap.
At this point in time, Tim and I have done our best to let our so called "cat" fully out of the bag and are not attempting to be secretive in anyway about the newest Nielson. BUT, he has still not made any announcements to our youth group, so I am not entirely sure who at church knows our news and who hasn't heard yet at this point. Which makes it completely awkward when I am trying to decide what to wear to church on Sunday morning. He doesn't understand what it's like to have people looking at your midsection, wondering things they are too afraid to ask. Let's just say I've worn a lot of loose fitting shirts in the last couple of weeks. And pleaded with Tim to make a formal announcement in spite of how uncomfortable he is about it.
After my last appointment, and the relief of hearing the heartbeat finally, I need to tell my principal at work my news. We had just recently discussed a position for me next year, that I had verbally committed to, but I didn't know how this latest development was going to impact his vision of my precious one day a week "teaching" job. Of anyone I could think of, he was the one I was most nervous to tell. I walked into work on Monday morning, and decided that the sooner I got it out of the way, the better I would feel. So I hunted him down first thing on Monday, and wonder of all wonders, he was one of those few people who actually said, "Congratulations, that's great news!" It appears that my ideal will work out just fine. I'll go ahead and start next school year working one day a week, take off the months of November and December, and come back to work for just one day a week after the first of the year.
I am not sure if I have mentioned this prior to this point, but at the beginning of this pregnancy, almost literally every woman my age that I knew was pregnant. This week brought the birth of the first of those babies. On my way home from work at the end of the week, I stopped by the hospital to congratulate my friend and meet little Kate. What a sweetheart!!! And oh, did it make it seem like the next 26 weeks would NEVER end!! I can't wait for it to be our turn again, in the hospital, holding, bonding with and loving on this newest addition to the fam. It feels like that time might never come at this point...
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