Whatchu talkin' bout?

I’ve been contemplating how I’m going to put this news out there for a while. Actually, I already did in my last post but that wasn’t a formal announcement (or was it?). So here it goes – we are having a baby. To actually type that is so odd to me. Saying it out loud is stranger still. I have to keep something alive. Inside of me. For a total of 9 months. Crazy.

We found out the first week in October. It was a Wednesday and Jeff was out of town on business. I had peed about 15 times a day for the last few days but didn’t think anything was up. I’m not sure what possessed me to take that test but I when I got home from work, I walked straight into the bathroom and did it. The “line” appeared immediately. My first instinct was that the test was defective. Then I calmly changed clothes and went for a run. But first I took a picture of myself with the test.

I sat in a semi-comatose state for the next couple of hours after my run. Jeff was supposed to arrive home soon so I snapped back into reality and decided to get creative with my announcement. The best my scattered brain could come up with was to write on his bathroom mirror in lipstick because I knew he would go straight upstairs and take a shower after arriving home.

So I did and he did and we hugged and I got the shakes and I shook for the next 2 days. I’m not shaking anymore though. I’m just kind of sick :-).

I've been tagged

My friend Jen decided to tag me. I'm supposed to tell 7 random things about myself and then tag 7 more people. Unfortunately most people that read my blog do not write blogs of their own so the tagging may end here. So here it goes...

7. I stopped growing in the 8th grade. Height, hands, feet – still the same as 8th grade. Well, I should clarify - I stopped growing up. I’ve grown out in a few places since I was 13.

6. Speaking of height, I absolutely loath being short. On a really good day with my very best posture I can squeak up to 5’2”. But who am I kidding. My parents are 5’1” and 5’7”. I didn’t have a chance.

5. I was my sorority's president my senior year of college. This isn’t really an odd fact but many people think its amusing when I tell them that I was the president of a Delta Delta Delta chapter, which is really only funny to anybody who watched Saturday Night Live in the early 90’s (“Delta Delta Delta…can I help ya, help ya, help ya!”).

4. Stand up comedians do nothing for me. It’s the whole “I know you are trying to make me laugh” thing. I guess I’m more into unpredictable humor.

3. My parents are not divorced. This is not an odd fact. What’s odd is that in my circle of nearest and dearest friends, every single one of their parents’ marriages are firmly intact. Hopefully this will carry on through our marriages as well.

2. From 8th grade through my senior year, I was a cheerleader every year except for one. My sophomore year, the speech and debate coach convinced me to be on the team but that meant I couldn't try out for cheerleading. She thought I would be good at it. I was pretty good, won a few awards, semi-conquered my fear of public speaking. Not a big surprise to anybody – I tried out for cheerleading again my junior year and ditched the debate team.

1. I was super duper scared to get married. Now I’m super duper scared to be a mom. I have about 7 months to conquer that fear.