Okay, so now that we're all caught up...


I can talk about other things floating around in my head.

Sooooo, my baby is currently the size of a grape and has fingers, toes and eyelids. Amazing. I found this really cute blog, Alpha Mom, and she has a section called Zero to Forty. It's a pregnancy calendar with tidbits of information for each week of pregnancy. There are a lot of these kinds of blogs out there but this one is certainly the most entertaining.

For those of you (Karen) wondering - I will still write about the pregnancy, obviously. The Last Pregnancy Journal was simply the last of the unpublished posts (now, published) I wrote before everybody and their brother knew I was pregnant. I wanted to call them something to distinguish them from my current rants. Sadly, with the introduction of the hCG hormone, my creative brain cells have taken a hiatus, thus, the not so clever "Pregnancy Journal."

I've been feeling pretty good, except for the typical nausea, acid reflux, bloating, insomnia and cranky doctor I work with a couple of days a week. Robbie is great and very, very excited. I couldn't ask for a better partner and appreciate his ability to overlook my new look: sweat pants and baggy tops. Seriously, our kids are going to be so lucky to have him as Dad.

I have a French test tonight and could absolutely care less. I hate this feeling, but am so ready to wrap up this semester. The good news is when this semester does end, so too does my first trimester. Two birds, one stone.

I guess, presently and for the next two weeks or so, we are settling into the idea of pregnancy and what it all will mean in the end. Robbie has handled my meltdowns with grace and a sense of humor and everyday we feel a little more like we're ready for the challenge. My next doctor's appointment is November 10th and we are hopeful to get to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. But first, a long week with the cranky doctor and a weekend in Oklahoma City with the grandparents, nieces (plural!) and soon to be Aunt and Uncle.

Today I feel: incredibly blessed and incredibly unprepared for my French test!

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