Today is Labor Day and my husband managed to scrape in a 4 day weekend by taking last Friday off. Woo-hoo for him! It's also the beginning of week 7 (or possibly the middle since I'm not too sure when my last period was...). Anyway, week 7 has some exciting things happening.
First, we are telling our parents. We actually told my husband's mom last weekend, but everyone else is learning this weekend. My parents came over on Saturday and we (reluctantly) shared the news with them. I say that because my mom is the queen of bad reactions. With my first, I got pregnant 10 months after we got married. My mom said to me, "Are you sure this is what you really want?" Bit too late there mom... then she complained that we told too early, though I was 8 weeks pregnant at the time. The next time through the gates we told them at 13 weeks. My oldest had just turned 1 when I got pregnant. Again, my mom had a great reaction, "It's too soon. You'll never be able to handle it." followed by complaints that we told them too late. So, you can see why I wasn't thrilled about spilling the beans about B3 to my dearest mother.
Fortunately, I was completely wrong. My parents were actually happy about it. My mom happily chatted about due dates and how she "knew" I was pregnant weeks ago. Apparently she had a feeling or something and told my dad she thought I was pregnant again and they were just waiting for the official announcement. The weird part is that she seems to be convinced I'm really a month farther than I am because I looked different the last time she saw me, like I had the "glow" which was 9 weeks ago. I'll be seriously weirded out if she winds up being right, though I highly highly doubt it.
Now, today we get to tell my husband's father and his girlfriend about it. That should be a blast... no, realistically I don't think his dad will be unhappy, but I don't think he'll be happy either. Neutral at best... he doesn't really get excited over babies and whatnot.
The reason we are telling everyone now is because the next time we'll see them will be at my youngest daughter's 2nd birthday party in 2 weeks and we want them to know before then in case it's obvious. It's already getting hard to button my pants, so who knows... in 2 weeks I may be in maternity pants. I'll probably be busting out those next week at home just for the sake of comfort.
Other than that, I'm really digging cheese lately. Also, my husband felt bad about me not being able to drink caffeine anymore and he went to the store last night and bought a ton of caffeine-free drinks. Then he set up a little beverage fridge in the living room (our house has a weird layout and the kitchen and living room are on opposite ends basically) so the drinks are more handy and I'm more likely to consume them. I have problems drinking enough while pregnant, so he's trying to stop that before it starts.
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