The weekend before Christmas, Jason & I found out that
we’re expecting! We’ve nicknamed our little one “Peanut” so far, so don’t get
confused that I’m craving peanuts all the time. Peanut will be the first
grandbaby on both sides of the family, so everyone is obviously very excited. I
mean, come on. My father-in-law (who works for the same company I do) printed
out the picture of a peanut and wrote “good morning! :)” and left it on my desk.
Everyone is very, very excited. And I love it!!
Yes – I’ve already told work. And so many people were
shocked that I told my work at the bright and shining progression of 7 weeks. But
let’s be honest here. 1) My father-in-law works for the same company I do. He
was literally twitching walking through the halls not being able to say anything
to anyone. 2) Nausea. Nausea. Heart burn. Nausea. Breaking out like a 15 year
old. Juuuuuuust getting into work on time because like I said, nausea. Oh and
nausea.
I know it was risky telling them soon, because (like my
doctor scared the bejesus out of me with) one third of pregnancies don’t make
it to the second trimester. (THANKS DOC). Also, I’ve only been with this
company since November, putting me at about 2 and a half months in when I told
them. Hell, my 90 day review could come up and they’ll come up with an excuse
that they don’t need me anymore. I mean who really wants to keep a hormonal,
bloated, burping, irritated baby-maker roaming around their hallways? If you
think I’m painting a terrible picture, I am. No one ever said that pregnancy is
glamorous. (And if they did, they were being sarcastic.)
The game plan is for me to track the months, maybe weeks
depending on how I’m able to keep up. I won’t have the fancy blackboard like
most pinterest preggos have, decorated with the type of fruit their baby is
that week. And I’ll try to throw some facts in there from books that I’ve read,
websites I keep up with, and things my Baby Center App notify me of on a daily
basis. I’ll try to keep it light and funny, and not let my nausea get the best
of me.
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