Let the updates begin!

Week: 10

Weight:  115 (no change)

Belly: no change

Next appointment:  January 14 (blood draw for genetic screening)

Well, here it goes.  It's official.  If you couldn't tell from the holiday video, the black and white blur at the end of it was an ultrasound announcing our pregnancy.  I am officially 10 weeks and no that's not the end of the first trimester so yes, things could still go horribly wrong (not that I'm a pessimist).  But things could go horribly wrong at any minute for any number of reasons in anyone's life, so might as well enjoy what is here for right now (told you I wasn't a pessimist).  There have been very few changes up until this point as far as my actual shape and size but I look forward to looking like a pear very soon.  I will do my best to update this every Friday.

Many people have asked how I found out and how I told RC.  I am and always have been a girl who is very in-tune with her body.  When things are going a little hay-wire, I know.  So, the weekend before Thanksgiving, I was thinking, I should take a test.  Things just weren't . . .right.  But then, I got scared of telling my family and what would happen if they got their hopes up and then we lost it.  So I didn't.  Instead, I drank two glasses of champagne at Thanksgiving and tried not to think about it.  But when RC sat next to me the next day with a cup of coffee and it was all I could do to keep my breakfast down, I was pretty positive of what was going on.  We went back to our apartment and he was busily unpacking the car.  I ran upstairs and opened up a test and took it.  But this is when the shaking started.  I started to panic about, "What if it is negative - how will you feel?? WHAT IF IT IS POSITIVE - HOW WILL YOU FEEL??"  So I turned it over and decided that even though it would only take 3 minutes to show the lines, I would wait for 10 - just to be sure.  Then I started to clean frantically.  Anything to keep my mind off of what was happening on my bathroom counter.  When I finally turned it over, I just about dropped it.  RC was still unpacking and I was thinking of how I could tell him.  I walked to the kitchen and said, "I went to the bathroom. . ." and he responded with, "O no.  Is there something wrong with the toilet?" I told him no but just to follow me anyway.  I showed him the stick and he whooped it up in delight and gave me a huuuuuge hug.  It was one of the best moments in my life.

But then the real panic started to kick in.  We both started looking around our cluttered apartment and thinking we have to fix this and that.  Then my big fear was telling people.  I didn't want to tell people too early and then lose the baby and have to explain it to everyone.  But I didn't want to hide it from my family either.  It was a big dilemma that was eventually resolved during a conversation on Sunday with a friend.  She told me, "If something bad did happen, wouldn't you want the support of you loved ones to help you get through it??"  That kind of logic made sense to even the wildly-hormonal me so we told our families on Sunday.  

And that's the story of how Q (as in Curly) was introduced to the world.