First of all, THANK YOU for all of your congratulations and well wishes. Yes, we are most definitely having a baby, due in early February. If that little bugger even dares to be born on my own birthday, I will be royally peeved. I'm a selfish birthday hog.
We tried to keep everything secret for a while in case our seemingly fruitful loins didn't turn out to be so, but we had our ultrasound last Wednesday and everything is ship-shape. Two arms, two legs, big ol' head (definitely from Ted) and a little bum I'm looking forward to squeezing. Our thoughts have turned to everything baby and in telling everyone, I feel like I've joined some sort of club. Considering I've never been a part of a club (unless you count my honorary spot in the Babysitter's Club for reading all the books), it's been pretty fun. Our parents and siblings have shown their excitement, and one of my brothers offered his condolences even though he's one of the best dads I know.
Pregnancy side effects haven't hit me too hard. I've had some nausea, but only a couple of bouts with vomiting, including this morning. The biggest thing has been how stinking tired I am ALL the time. Last Friday I managed to sleep through the entire day, though I had to get up for our date. I've had the mood swings, so I'd like to publicly apologize to Ted for going through that hell. It ain't over, baby. As far as weight gain, so far I've lost a couple pounds since it all began, but a few posts back I put up a picture of a woman with a fanny that spills. It hasn't happened yet, but I foresee something akin to that over the next 6 months, so cut me some slack. (Cut me new slacks?)
Thank you again, everyone, for being so excited for us. Your excitement has only made us more so.