I've got nothing but exciting news to share lately. This news sort of takes the cake, since I've been wanting to scream it out to the world since the moment I peed on that stick and it turned positive!
So here are some details. Yes, we're beyond excited even though, no, we weren't planning on this now. Yes, we're still going to be apart for the next 4 months, which means that Damir will have been around for the first trimester from hell, and he'll be back just in time for my third trimester when things start getting really hard and uncomfortable. He misses the fun part. That's life!
I'm a little over 11 weeks right now — which I'm finding out is rather early to be announcing, but I can't really hold it in anymore. I found out a few days after coming back from Utah to take care of my sister, and I knew something was up because literally every person I sat next to on every plane talked to me about parenthood and the joy and blessings of raising kids. I also met a new friend on one of my flights, and the intense connection we had immediately felt like a gift from God. It totally renewed my sense of faith in the most beautiful and loving way. On a less spiritual level, I really knew something was up when I couldn't stomach my morning cup of coffee and the thought of wine made me want to crawl under the sheets and never come out.
The first trimester has been a doozy for me. I'm only now starting to feel better and be able to do more. I spent most of it on the couch with a neck pillow watching TV, trying not to feel guilty that the only thing I could eat was grilled cheese sandwiches. I tried to fit in walks and some fitness but I really struggled with it. My husband and my in-laws were angels and so patient with me as I threw up daily just thinking about certain things. I'm so thankful for them.
Now things are looking a little more manageable, and I'm back in the states able to eat the food I crave (SUSHI - only eating vegetarian rolls but still, it's so satisfying). The trip over here was really hard, which is why my sister came to help. Four suitcases, 3 animals, a growing baby, too many emotions, and an increased risk for blood clots on long-haul flights — I couldn't have done it without her. She's the best sister in the world. I hate to overshare (who am I kidding, no I don't), but I had a bit of spotting and a decrease in my symptoms in the days following my travel, so I got really worried. But as soon as I saw that little heartbeat and my baby swimming around yesterday, I burst out into tears, so much so that the ultrasound tech had to tell me to just let it out but quickly so she could finish the scan cause my stomach was bouncing up and down from the sobbing. Best feeling in the world.
So I guess what I feel right now is that I'm a blessed woman. I have amazing people all around me. I have amazing family that I was born into, and family that I've chosen. I have amazing friends, new and old. I have amazing animals who tolerate me dragging them across the world and back. I have an amazing little kiddo growing inside of me. I might just be the luckiest woman in the world. If that sounds annoying, blame the hormones. :)
Thank you to everyone for your kind words of support and to all my friends and family whose prayers I feel very deeply. I love you all!