Wanna see some proof? Here ya go, and you can click on the picture for more at Susanne Ashby's blog. She did an AMAZING job on these pictures. Seeing these pictures go a long way with helping me to not feel like a total heffer. Actually, Susanne does an AMAZING job on ALL her pictures. She did the pictures that are in my blog header too, and I can't wait for her to do our newborn pictures! Also, my makeup for this shoot was by my sister, at http://www.maddybirdmakeup.com/. She always nails it!
a) Came to/were invited to my baby shower
b) Are my friend on Facebook and saw my maternity pictures
c) Know my mom or sister (or other close relatives of mine)
d) ARE my mom or sister (or other close relatives of mine)
e) Saw me lookin' a little thick around the middle
f) Noticed my "The Kid" button on this blog and knew it meant something
g) Were on our ever-so-exclusive "Happy 4th of July, love Morgan and Brett and Baby Werner" text message list
(I know that was a lot of choices. That's how easy it is to know about this whole thing before now because I've let it go for so long.)
I know I've been really weird about the whole thing. I just wasn't ready to talk about it. It's not that I wasn't happy about it or anything like that. I guess I just feel like the baby growing in my body is kind of a private, personal thing, and I didn't want to go blasting it on the WWW. You night have noticed that I made no formal announcement on Facebook. It all started out with our first trimester furtiveness. We didn't want to tell anybody until we were clear of the first trimester because of the posibility of losing the pregnancy early on. Then, at I think ten or eleven weeks, (or was it as early as 8 weeks? I can't remember) the doctor heard a really great, strong heartbeat and said that she was confident that the pregnancy would survive, and the chances of miscarriage were next to none, so if we wanted to tell people we could.
But, we still weren't ready to alert the press. First, we needed to wait until we had told all of our family in person, and then we sent out a mass text message. But, even then, I didn't say anything on FB about it. If any comments were made to me on FB, I immediately deleted them from my wall. I think the FB secretiveness was to avoid people going, "OMG! Post some preggo pics! I wanna see your baby bump!" Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhh no. I am not posting the lame, take-a-picture-of-myself-standing-sideways-by-the-bathroom-mirror-to-show-how-big-my-stomach-has-gotten-each-month-photos on FB. I've been taking some for our own personal viewing pleasure, but you ain't gonna see them. Heck no. All the people at work who were constantly rubbing my [still basically flat] stomach back in my second trimester as if it were public domain was enough attention for me. (Word to the wise - ASK before you start feelin' up a pregnant chick!) It's not that I'm ashamed of the way I look. In fact, I'm quite pleased with the way I look so far. I haven't put on a ton of weight, and everyone is telling me how small I am for over 8 months pregnant (although my doc says I measure perfectly, so I'm not worried. Not having cravings, waiting tables and walking around the restaurant for four hours straight, and then finishing the night off with lots of salad and protein will keep that extra baby weight off - let me tell ya! Eating for two is so five minutes ago). Not to mention, my hair and skin are so healthy right now. Nope, no stretch marks - yet. Knock on wood, right?
It felt really weird to say, "I'm pregnant," so I let people find out through the grapevine, except for the people we texted on the 4th of July. Finally, in the second trimester pretty much everyone knew. And now, Blogworld, you know. Enjoy.
It was really easy to keep my mouth shut about it until we were ready to blab. I had my mom to talk to about it, since I told her right when I found out. I couldn't have gone through the whole thing without her support and wisdom from the very beginning. Plus, my best friend/4th cousin once removed (no really, we're 4th cousins), Lissy, knew about it too. I couldn't not tell her! So, for a week I had her to talk to about it. Then, a week after I found out, she found out that she was in the same boat as me, and at the time, based on online due date calculators, we thought she was due a day after I was. (We live two states apart and our cycles are STILL in sync! Ridiculous.) But, her first ultrasound showed that she was actually 11 days behind me. Whatever. Close enough! It's been so nice to have her to talk to and go through this with. We were both totally sick in our first trimester, and there were many a "uuuuuuugh this sucks" text sent between us. She was also pretty quiet about her pregnancy, so we could trust each other to not blab except to our husbands and moms. Plus, that way, our moms could talk to each other about it and not explode.
Wow, I just barfed out a long blog post. I can't believe I just told you all that stuff. I guess I made it to 35.5 weeks keeping my mouth relatively shut, and since my blog is more of a journal than anything else I have, I should start talking, you know, for posterity. Or whatever.
Time for bed now. Hopefully I can sleep tonight. I have a really hard time getting comfortable. I can't lay on my back for more than a few seconds before I get a really weird, achy, almost numbing sensation in my middle to lower back. It's kind of the same feeling as restless leg syndrome, if you know how that feels. Imagine "restless back syndrome" and that's how I feel when I lay on my back. That leaves me with two options - laying on my right side or laying on my left side. Both get old after about five minutes, so I pray for sleep to find me before I have to turn over. And over.
Ooooooh man, I can't wait to sleep on my belly in a few weeks. It'll be heaven.
