We are pregnant. Actually I am pregnant. We figured it out a few weeks ago when my boobs blew up and could barely be contained in my bra. This made my husband very happy, and I enjoyed them for a few days too, until they became so sore that putting on a shirt was painful. The nurse confirmed it today at my annual. She then made me see the actual OB rather than my usual nurse practitioner, whom I love. Dr. Irvin came in unexpectedly and was nice enough. She then did a crazy quick exam and informed me that I have great pelvic bone structure for a vaginal birth. Seriously?! I'm only four weeks along. Do we have to think about the end this soon? Can't I just be excited and pretend that somewhere far away a stork is making the nine month journey to my door? Guess not.
The good news came when she said I could still work out like normal. Running, weights, and ab work are all fine. So far, my eating habits haven't changes and no major food cravings and no weight gain. I know it's just around the corner, but for now I can watch for the stork.
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