There’s A Baby In There
I have nodes. I mean I have news. (Anyone seen Pitch Perfect?)
I’ve been dying to tell you guys for months. We’re having a b-a-b-y in October. I’m starting to spell words out loud for parent p-r-a-c-t-i-c-e. The news actually came as a huge shock to us. This is something I’ve wanted for a long time. A long time. LONG. time.
Before I left for Alt Summit, I was feeling super crazy and emotional, but I just chalked that up to my lack of sleep and crazy stress from preparing for that huge mother of a conference. I came home and was feeling super tired and fatigued. I learned that tons of people had caught the flu at Alt and that we were all under the weather. Two weeks later, I was still super sick and on my death bed. People were better and I was still sick. And guys, I have the immune system of a dog. Dogs have GREAT immune systems because they eat anything and everything and build antibodies. That’s my theory. I eat anything and everything too, and so I rarely get super sick. But it happened. I was sleeping all day everyday and dropping weight like it was my job. Then one early morning, I took a test and it was positive. I took another! Positive. Logan was out of town and so it was just me and lil’ Tagg in the bathroom. I was talking things through with Tagg.
“We must be pregnant, Tagg. There are two lines on the tests and two lines means we’re pregnant. There are two lines. We’re pregnant. Don’t you agree?”
“By the way, Tagg, you have the strongest immune system I have ever seen.”
I went to the doctor and had it confirmed. I kept it a secret for another week before telling Logan. I wanted to tell him on Valentine’s Day in some cute way. Instead, I gave him an empty box of chocolates and blamed the emptiness on the fact of my pregnant-ness.
When I first returned from Alt, I worked to convince myself that I was glad that I wasn’t pregnant. I had just gone five days without sleep and was drinking 5+ Diet Cokes a day. I was dancing my buns off at all the dance parties. I was a crazy person. I told myself that it was a good thing I wasn’t pregnant because there is no way a baby would have survived the insanity that was me at Alt Summit. But this bebe is a total fighter. I can’t believe he/she stuck around. I must be really great company. PS – we find out next week if it’s a little he or a little she. :)
Since then, things have been really crazy. To say I have been sick is a total understatement. That’s why things were so quiet around here! I had absolutely no energy to create. I’ve lived in bed for the last 7.5 weeks. Living in silence all while wanting to scream “I’m with child!” is tricky business. I’m starting to feel like myself again and have had a lot of time to plan some great projects to come in the future. I hope you’ll stick around now that you know my deep, dark secret. I’m back. I’m blogging. I’m having a baby. Ready yourselves. :)