Yup. I’m pregnant.
Baby Diva, who is fast growing into Diva the Kid, will be a big sister.
I haven’t been able to blog because, in addition the exhausting house hunt, the ever lengthening closing, and the never ending unpacking, I just couldn’t write anything without sharing my news.
I’m Eleven Weeks and yesterday I went to the midwife and we heard a heartbeat, so I’m ready to share the big news with the blogosphere and the Internets.
So, please indulge me as I play catch-up with you!
Week Negative Whatever through Week Four:
Hubby and I figured two years apart is just about right for us and baby, and boy did we end up hitting that nail on the head (please, no puns).
I’m a little schizo about pregnancy risks this time. Having had one child with a heart condition, part of me is hyper-concerned about any risk. The other part of me knows that I did everything right last time, and so much really comes down to luck and other factors the doctors don’t entirely understand. And with a toddler, I have to devote a lot of time and energy to her, so I don’t have quite as much to spare for taking care of myself.
So, I’ve chosen to control a few small things I can, and just ignore the rest. My fellow editor over at Mamanista wrote about an acne face wash that is pregnancy safe. Apparently salicylic acid has been linked to birth defects (what hasn’t???). So, I sprung for the product she reviewed as soon as we started trying to conceive.
I was actually planning to tell Cpt. Dad we should hold off if we hadn’t conceived in November. We were in contract on a house and expecting to close in December (we actually closed early January). Painting, carrying heavy boxes, and stressing about decor is not exactly pregnancy friendly. Besides, I already did the 9 months’ pregnant in August thing (in Texas, no less). I was thinking a nice March, April, May, or even June birth would be just the thing. No New York snow storms to worry about, no stifling dog days of summer.
But, of course, that meant we would conceive that month! Best laid plans of mice and men…and couples trying to conceive…or, as my Granny likes to say, “We make plans, God laughs.”
I’ve already yammered on so I’ll save the “big reveal” (the pregnancy test) for my next post.