6 weeks

In pregnancy related news... I'm still having my occasional insomnia.  One night in particular was extra annoying because it felt like there was a waterfall in my mouth.  I don't know where all of the saliva was coming from but it felt like I needed to spit every 15 seconds.  Very strange.  I'm also starting to notice that three normal meals throughout the day is no longer going to cut it.  I end up feeling weak/ headache(y)/ knocking on death's door if I don't eat something small every couple of hours.  Luckily, I find myself drawn to healthy foods rather than junk - which makes me feel double awesome because my sweet babe should be getting everything it needs to grow grow grow... and yet I'm still at a weight gain of z.e.r.o. [high five!]
What do I miss so far?  That's easy.  COFFEE.  Coffee, I miss you so much I could cry.  The funny thing is, I never drank a ton of it before, but now that I know I can't have much, it's all I ever want.  waaaaaaaaaaaah.  Bobby and I always split a cup of coffee in the morning (yes, my regular portion is a 1/2 of a cup of coffee).  And now, I take 2 or 3 sips of mine and dump the rest down the sink.  And I mourn that wasted coffee, friends.  I mourn it.  I'm hoping that after our first appointment with the doctor I will be told that it's ok to drink my full 1/2 cup... but until then, I'd rather be safe than sorry.

Moving on -- We are certainly having ourselves a merry little Christmas!  Sharing our big news with our families has been an absolute blast.  This week we had to come up with a fun way to tell Bobby’s family.  So we headed to the mall to find something just right.  It took a little bit of creativity because his parents already have 3 grandchildren.  So wrapping up a mug that says "World's Greatest Grandma" wouldn't really get our point across.  And that's when Bobby spotted the PERFECT ornament.  We promptly had it personalized and we were all set!  Here it is in all it's cuteness:

And here is our plan in action:

5 weeks

Oh 5 weeks... you were decidedly less fun than 4 weeks.  As you can probably deduce from my face in this picture, my bizarre sleep patterns have continued. They even reached a new level of weirdness on Wednesday when I got out of bed at 3:45am with a fiery compulsion to eat a bowl of Wheaties.  I dutifully did as my body demanded and then proceeded to fall asleep on the couch for the next 3 hours.  This tiny, sweet-pea-sized baby is already in complete control.  I've also been experiencing a perpetual feeling of (for lack of a better way of explaining it)... gas.  It just feels like an unburstable bubble of air in my stomach from sun up to sun down.  

With all this said, there has never been a happier period of time in my entire life.  Everything my husband does is suddenly adorable.  

The questions he asks 

The things he does to be helpful

The fact that he has referred to the baby as "she" on more than one occasion.  There has been no indication of a gender yet, of course.  I think that he has just gotten used to living with all girls -- ya know, me and the dog.  

I'm just completely enamored.  [Stay tuned for changes on this front.  hahahha.  I hear I'm supposed to become extra moody at some point.]

This week I also purchased Little Duff's crib.  Yes, I know - it's very premature.  But it's one of the few things that I am completely positive about, whether this baby is a boy or a girl.  Since we still hadn't told anyone the news, I had to find some sort of outlet for my excitement.  So here it is... the place where our sweet babe will rest his/her head...

After you get a fortune like this with your Kung Pao shrimp from PF Changs, an emotional pregnant girl is bound to make a few early nursery purchases.  

Bobby and I decided that sharing the news with our families on Christmas would be incredibly fun.  The Walters side of the family was celebrating and exchanging gifts on December 22nd, so we got to surprise them a few days early.

I handed my parents a small stack of pictures that I had printed for them.  They were family shots from my grandfather's 90th birthday and Thanksgiving.  The big surprise was a picture of the positive pregnancy tests that I cleverly snuck in at the end.

This is the happiest I've ever been

Oh my goodness, I'm finally pregnant!  We've been waiting for this day for about 2.5 years and I think I'm still having a hard time believing that it has finally happened.

The past month went a little something like this:  It was Thanksgiving morning and although I was enjoying all that God has blessed me with in my life - my husband and our funny little dog, our health, our home, our extended families - I remember just standing in the kitchen and out of nowhere I started to cry.  Just silent tears pouring down my face.  Bobby came over, saw my face, and wrapped his arms around me.  He asked what was wrong but I really couldn't explain the complex feelings and thoughts I was having.  [A longing for us to finally be able to conceive, yet a strong faith that it would someday still happen for us, coupled with the guilt of not being fully content with what I already had.]  So I simply said "I'm just really emotional today."  But I knew he completely understood what was hurting my heart because he just stood there and held me.  But more so than Bobby understanding, God understood as well.  Because He answered our prayers that day.  We finally conceived our child.

Of course we didn't know it that day... so we carried on as usual.  

But there was a new fervor for prayer inside of me.  Pastor Bob had recently said something in one of his messages that reminded me that for as badly as I wanted to become a mother, I definitely wasn't praying and asking God as often as I should have been.  So this past month I had poured my heart out around ten times per day -- Lord, please bless us with a baby.  We want to be parents.  We want to grow our family.  Nothing is impossible for you, God. -- I did this when I woke up in the morning, while I was driving to work, in the shower, anytime during the day that it crossed my mind.

He answers prayers, people!!!!

sidenote:  It's funny how the perfect song can come into your life at the perfect time.  This song was on constant rotation inside my head this past month.  It reminded me to stay hopeful because God is in control and He can do anything.  The part that says "Nothing is impossible for you.  You hold my world in your hands." still just makes me absolutely w.e.e.p.

The first sign that something was up happened on Friday, December 7th, 2012.  I am normally the world's greatest sleeper.  I get into bed and within five minutes I am sound asleep and out cold for the next 8-9 hours.  It is glorious.  However, I got into bed on Thursday night and my normal ease of sleep was gone!  I woke up Friday morning (well, I can't even say that since I don't think I ever actually fell asleep) and I wondered "What happened?  Why all the tossing and turning?  Do I have a lot on my mind?"  It was all such a mystery.  And for someone who normally sleeps so great - to the point that I have bragged about it - it was all slightly miserable as well.  Unfortunately, so far it seems as though this side effect is sticking with me.  Right now as I write this it is a Saturday morning... earlier than 6am.  Who am I??

So anyhow, besides the bogus sleep, I had also noticed some abnormal body aches, a weird reaction to being on a treadmill in a warm gym (slight nausea, but also more of like a panic feeling), and then while at work I had about a split-second of heartburn one day.

My period was due Monday, December 10th but was a no show.  I didn't get my hopes up because sometimes it can arrive up to a week late.  Wednesday (12/12/12 - now also known as my most favorite day of all time) was a vacation day from work for me.  So something inside me told me to take a pregnancy test that morning.  I guess I figured that if it were negative I could just kinda mope around in private... but if by God's great grace it were positive, I could have an entire day to celebrate and not worry about spilling the beans to the first person at work who asked "How's your day going?".

And that's when this happened:

We're not telling anyone yet.  Our families will be the first to get the news on Christmas. Our first doctors appointment is December 31st, which I hope will give me the confidence to tell all my besties that night at our New Years Eve party.