A day in the life...

of me at 5 weeks, 5 days...... It's 5:30am already? Uh oh - gotta puke again. Please - don't even say the word "eggs". It's only 10am? I soooo need a nap. Lunch? Uh oh - gotta puke again. Please tell me it's 5pm! Finally home - try to cook dinner - what is that smell? Uh oh - gotta puke again. Yes - I know it's only 7:30pm - and yes - I know I just got home an hour and a half ago - but I am going to sleep.


Wouldn't trade this for the world!


Dear Peapod,
You must be getting bigger - cause Mommy's getting sicker! I really don't care. You keep getting bigger and stronger! Mommy and Daddy are so excited you are here. The next 7 1/2 months are going to go by so slow! We love you! Love, Mommy

Don't look, don't look, don't look...

On May 2nd - I turned 35. The "evil" age for a woman trying to conceive. It puts you into the group "Advanced Maternal Age". I woke up that morning - knowing it was test day. I spent most of the night before convincing myself that there was no way I was pregnant - I was late due to stress - and getting my hopes up was just going to bring another cut on my heart. So - I begrudgingly went ahead and POAS [peed on a stick]. I forced myself to look away... Don't look, don't look, don't look... A quick glance at one minute.... Is that a faint second line? Don't look, don't look, don't look.... Three minutes can sometimes feel like an eternity. Once those three minutes were done - I picked up the stick....

TWO LINES = TWO SOULS.

Dear Peapod - We are so happy that you are here. I know Jack told you all about us. I will do everything I can to help you grow big and strong. We love you!
Love, Mommy