Today is such a huge day. So many great things happen today and I'm so excited to be able to share them all with you.
First, my sweet Danielle turns 2. Wait, no, that's not right. Are you sure? WHAT? FIVE? She's FIVE?! That means she's going to kindergarten this year. Oh, that makes me want to cry. This was the first newborn I ever held. I was holding her like an egg yolk, and I was angry at the nurse who came in to swaddle her because I thought she was being rough. I have known this child since she was just a wee fetus, and I'm not sorry to say that she and her older sister were the stars of my wedding. Was all that really FIVE years ago? I'm glad she still goes into a comatose state when you rub her back lightly. That's so cute. It's hard, accepting when the children in your life are changing from babies to toddlers to little girls. Very, very hard.
This is my 200th post!
Today is also Robbie Gras! Although the celebration of Rob's 36th trip around the sun was officially last night, today is the technical day of Robbie Gras. My Robbie Gras offering was an EMF reader and I'm glad to say that neither my house nor the oldest building in town are haunted. Our pre-Robbie Gras feast (shall we call it Robbieval?) was at Sonny's, at which we got a whoooole lot of pulled pork.
There's a big football game today. Go... whoever wins!
I'm also officially (according to my doctor) 12 weeks pregnant today. This is apparently the point after which miscarriage rates decline. Sorry it took me so long to tell y'all, I'm just nervous! I've had 3 ultrasounds so far and everything's normal. I already feel super fat, although at my last doctor visit, I had lost a pound. I want nothing to drink but koolaid and even the thought of the smell of banana peels makes me want to gag.
I know I sound extremely lackluster, but I think y'all know this is my biggest life's dream come true. I have this HUGE guard put up, and I'd like to feel super excited about being pregnant, but I can't. I'm so scared. I took a pregnancy test extremely early (10 days past ovulation, or 4 days before my period) and just knew I'd start my period anyway. When I didn't start my period, I had myself convinced that I had another ectopic. When I found out the baby had found its way to the right place, I was convinced I would miscarry. Well, I haven't, and I want to say "yet," but I know how defeatist that sounds. I was just SO excited last time I was pregnant, and my worst nightmare came true. Y'all can understand why I have a hard time being excited.
So yeah, that was my big blog announcement that I'm pregnant. Isn't everyone excited?
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