This is a pregnancy announcement post
One too many cheeseburgers and or 13 weeks pregnant. Could go either way.
It is true. I am with child! Make note, that if you are going to make a seemingly punny honeymoon hashtag like #grahamsgetleid be prepared to have to make another one shortly thereafter like #grahamsmadeababy
This is why I have been so MIA (more than usual) and only posting food photos on IG. I just cannot for the life of me keep a secret, and when I have such a HUGE secret I can’t seem to think of anything else to write about because all I want to write about is my secret. That, and never ending sickness took over.
I found out a couple of weeks after we got home from hawaii. A little Maui souvenir. Stephen was actually very optimistic about knocking me up that he went as far as to secretly buy a baby onesie in Maui. He is lucky that he was right or that would have been a disappointing reminder. That guy, so in tune with my fertility.
Anyway, I took a test in the bathroom after being pressured by my mom and Stephen, even though I was FOR SURE GETTING MY PERIOD GUYS.
I remember my heart beating really fast as I sat on the toilet waiting for the test to turn.
Editors note: This is where I give the finding out details right? I mean, I won’t be upset if you skim through and really just came here to see how round I am getting.
I was nervous that I was pregnant and nervous that I wasn’t because then Stephen would be so bummed and I really hate seeing his disappointed face. I am never a “hopes up” type of person. I tend to stay in a neutral state of mind because I am known to get a little too upset when my expectations are not met. I am working on it.
I looked at the test and my first words about my child were “oh shit.” Mother of the year already.
My mom heard me through the door and was all “Did she say oh shit?!!”
Then she and shaking weepy Stephen came in and everyone rejoiced and I had a panic attack and then was happy and cried and then panicked again and then proceeded to call some of my best friends who had been waiting for me to have a baby for forever.
Then I was like, dang, now I am going to look like such an ass after posting this post. I knew I should have published that months ago when I actually wrote it, but then chickened out because I got scared I would offend my friends. Lesson learned.
I texted and called pretty much all of my friends because see above about not being able to keep a secret to save my life.
Stephen is beside himself. That man, he is going to be the best dad. He has taken such good care of me, more so than the usual, and the usual is ridiculously over the top. He is just amazing.
I feel okay, thanks for asking. And since you are wondering, I haven't been HORRIBLY sick. I only say that because I know there are women who have had it so much worse so I am trying to keep perspective, but really I have felt pretty awful/REALLY awful. When I first found out I had a terrible upper respiratory infection, and then around 6 weeks I got GI and thought I was going to die for sure. Other than that I have had just the usual feelings of fatigue, queasy all day, dry heaving, vomiting in target parking lots, and sometimes in my half awake half asleep daze I think my boobs are being sawed off, but they look good so it’s ok. Really the vomiting has been the biggest bummer because I have had a fear of vomiting since I was a little girl. I find the whole experience of puking traumatizing, and still in my late twenties cry every time it happens. It’s pitiful really, BUT I will say it has helped me move past my fear of being sick in public places. Silver linings.
I will stop there for now so I don’t overwhelm you, but a little Graham Baby will be coming at you February 5th, or you know, sometime around that date. And just to clear up any false advertising: I puked three times the day this photo was taken (where the heck is my second trimester glow?!) and ONLY did my hair (sorta) and makeup and put on clothes for the 10 minutes it took to take these photos down the street from my house. It was also the second time in 2 ish plush months that I did my hair and makeup. So, there's that.
