I'm having a baby.

It's true! I have been planning to announce on Thanksgiving for sometime now, but I honestly couldn't wait any longer. I am the WORST at keeping secrets. We are so incredibly excited to add another person to our family. We feel so blessed. Will is excited, although he thinks I'm giving birth to a motorcycle (let's hope he's not too disappointed). I am due July 9th, but even that is a story. It is really interesting how all of the cliches are true- "No two pregnancies are alike."

AINT THAT THE TRUTH.

Will was smooth sailing all the way through (minus the epidural wearing off during delivery). This baby has been a roller-coaster ride from the beginning. I have a feeling this one is a girl because of all of the drama that has already come about. (Bless it's little heart).

It all started on Nov. 7th when I experienced some spotting and called the doctor. I went in for a routine ultrasound to make sure everything was okay and that there was a heartbeat. I was 7 1/2 weeks at that point. Everything went well- that little flicker on the screen brought tears to my eyes. 147 BPM. Blessings. They thought the baby looked a little smaller than what it should, so they decided to do another ultrasound in two weeks to come up with a more accurate due date. (At this point, my due date was June 20th).

Two weeks passed. Two very long weeks (as goes the game when you are very sick and pregnant). I was 9 1/2 weeks along and hoping to be able to see a little more of what looks like a baby at this ultrasound. My appointment was Thursday, Nov. 20th. They measured the baby and came up with a gestational age of 7 weeks. YES, I TYPED THAT CORRECTLY. 7 WEEKS. The tech ignored me when I said I was concerned about the growth of the baby. She finished the ultrasound like someone had rung the fire alarm, and I was left to wait for the answers from my doctor. In the meantime to say that I was horribly worried would be an unjust understatement. I tried to call my doctor, but he was in the ER all day and I would just have to until the next day.

After talking to my doctor on Friday afternoon, he explained to me that at the first ultrasound the baby was very small. The growth between the two ultrasounds was normal, and that the baby was perfectly healthy at this point- with a heartbeat of 175 BPM. I was relieved... and depressed. Where I thought I was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel for this morning (more like all day) sickness, I am back in the throws. I am only 7 weeks 3 days today. I'm still getting used to that. (I liked the sound of 10 weeks 1 day much better). This has been confusing because I have long cycles. It's a curse I think.

So, there's the news! Congrats to all of you that have read it all the way through (you must have had a baby, or are pregnant, to be interested in this story for this long!!!)

PS. The baby in the ticker to the right is kind of scary. Don't you think? Miracle and all.