Still trying to catch up...

To this point of my pregnancy, it has been pretty normal and easy (except for the minor fact that I didn't get health insurance until 13 weeks along, but that's a whole 'nother story).

Previously to the bfp, the only symptoms I had that set off little *could I really be pregnant* alarms were heart burn and a ridiculously easy tendency towards tears. It seemed like after almost every meal I got heart burn and some it was so bad it woke me up at night. Now, I know heart burn isn't supposed to be a pregnancy symptom until later on (and I think it is starting t make a comeback now) but I swear to you I have never had as much heart burn in my life until then. Now, as far as the crying goes, it was over little things like a song on the radio and movies that previously didn't set me off. Actually before I got pregnant I didn't really cry or get emotional over TV shows or movies at all. It was the song "No Air" on the radio one day as I was driving to work that set off the waterworks, and the odd part about that whole thing was that I was thinking about my husband being my air, I was thinking about my younger sister, Susanna. How's that for weird?

At this point in my pregnancy, I feel like I'm finally getting to the fun part of the whole ordeal. I can feel the baby moving and I have high hopes that eventually I will actually develop a recognizable baby bump. Before I got pregnant I was at my highest weight and carrying more around my middle than I would have liked. Now, as the baby gets bigger and pushes my insides around, I feel like I just look fatter and any semblance of a bump that I might have is definitely in the shape of a B, not the much hoped and dreamed for C. I have my fingers crossed that by the end of the second trimester in 6 weeks, I will have attained that lofty goal.

Playing catch up

So, here I am, a little more than half way through my pregnancy and I started a baby blog. What was I thinking? I guess I read so many that I finally decided to bite the bullet and get one going.

Anyways....
My husband and I were so not trying to get pregnant when we did. Actually, it was a one time only deal, in that during the fun we go carried away and didn't actually do anything to prevent a pregnancy from happening. Now, I've had a pretty regular cycle of about 28 days since I was about 16 years old and as I was laying there thinking I realized that my last period had been exactly two weeks ago. So after some quick mental calculations and a scramble down to the computer to confirm my suspicions with an online ovulation predictor I began the longest two weeks of my life.

Of course, I knew that there is a lot more to actually making a baby than having sex, but at the same time I was ridiculously happy to know that it was a possibility. I have had baby on the brain since forever it feels like, but definitely since Ahron and I got married. I stalked the message boards on the nest and read baby blogs galore. And when in February, my brother and his girlfriend announced to our family that they were expecting, I tried to see her pregnancy as an outlet for my own baby fever. But then April 19th, the evening of the irresponsible fun came along and I got a big fat positive on May 5th.