Another Duprey Baby!

Phil and I haven't been avoiding conception for over a year now. From July 12, 2010 till now I've been holding my breath about once a month, hoping. There have been a few lates and some feeling sick and being late, but after a year, I managed to convince myself that the nausea was all in my head.

So, when I began feeling nauseous around July 20th or so, I calmly counted back to when my last period was, told myself I was probably crazy, and wrote on the calendar to go and see the doctor on August 10, and no earlier.

One week later, I was beginning to think like I was pregnant, and I was kicking myself for it. It was hard not to. Each morning I woke up feeling like I'd already worked for a day, and like I was on the edge of a stomach-initiated-disaster.

Those feelings persisted for another week, so I headed into the doctor on Monday August 8, unsure, expecting another no.

It was a yes!

I almost couldn't believe it. So conditioned at this point to think it wasn't really going to happen.

Being on Cortes, I've been working a lot, and haven't had internet. This, combined with the fact that I went to work immediately after my doctor's appointment, and that week worked some exhausting 8 hour shifts meant that I neglected to call some people who I definitely should have.

If you are reading this, and you are one of the people I should have called right away, but didn't, please let me apologize! I don't have a good excuse, I can only assure you that I do love you and I didn't deliberately slight you. I made a couple of calls, but for my friends who only have cell phones I didn't want to incur long distance charges, and so I thought I would get on the internet, and then I proceeded to get a bunch of extra work and be so incredibly exhausted, and by the end of the next week I'd forgotten who exactly I had called and who I hadn't.

A quote by Ashleigh Brilliant : "I'm sorry for neglecting you. My life often forces me to neglect many good things!"

I've known for three weeks already, and as happy as I was to find out, and as I am to be pregnant, it has been a LONG 3 weeks. I was sick for 2 weeks before I learned the wonderful reason why, and it's only gotten worse. The good news: I can eat! The bad news: I wake up in the morning and it feels like I've spent the night wrestling with the little angel growing inside me, and a host of his/her friends.

Basically, I'm back to being sick and tired of being sick and tired. :P However, I am also aglow with excitement.

Scary note: I'm 10 weeks today, and already showing. Is this some sort of second-pregnancy-effect, or am I carrying twins? (Hey, a girl can dream!)