Guess Who's In Charge Now

"Here's a hint, it's not you."  That's what the card said that I gave to Damon after I found out I was pregnant.  Ironically, the day I found out was exactly 5 years to the day from the first time Damon and I hung out.  I didn't realize that until later, but that's pretty cool.

Before we got married we always knew we wanted to have a family.  The question was always, "when?"  It's a hard question to answer because as I've been told and read, you're never really ready.  Another way to spin that though is that anytime is a great time.  We decided it was time when we were in Italy, the Trevi fountain in Rome, to be exact.

The trip wasn't meant to be our last hoorah or anything, but during that trip we just realized, what are we waiting for?  Sure, we could wait until we had more money, or a house instead of a condo, or until we were some magic age.  But for what?  We've got each other and a decent sense of humor, that should be enough, right?  So far that has proved to be more than enough. 

I feel blessed to have dodged morning sickness and mood swings (so far).  The exhaustion isn't horrible, I love my bed, so going to sleep earlier isn't so bad.  Damon has been great with helping out, even more than usual, around the house and not letting me lift anything -- even though I totally can he just won't let me.  It's been hard not telling everyone, but as the 1st trimester comes to an end, Damon and I are enjoying sharing the news with family and friends.

I've got my next appointment on Friday, but probably won't have another ultrasound until 20 weeks.  At which point we can, and most definitely will, be finding out the sex of the baby.  I know it's cliche but I really don't care if it's a boy or a girl, I just want a happy, healthy baby. 

My baby brain made me forget the ultrasound pics that I was going to scan and post, but I will do that hopefully this week.   For now, I'll just share Gnarly's way of announcing the news.