Baby on Board

Well people....schiz just got real. Ok technically it's been "real" for over four months now, but you hear me.

That's right, I'm pregnant. Knocked up. In a delicate condition. My eggo is preggo. We're expecting. I've got a bun in the oven. I'm in the family way. 

I could go all day.

I hope this cuts me just a weee bit of slack when it comes to the non-workouts. No slack? Oh hush.

Before anyone asks: yes it was planned. I will say that we didn't think it would happen quite as quickly as it did, but as Scott says: "One shot, one kill." 

I found out when I was staying with my parents before I flew over to Hawaii. I took a test, thinking it would be negative, and lo and behold...is that...a plus sign? It was! I immediately did what I'm sure many women do when they see a positive pregnancy test: I started hyperventilating.

I've had a doctor's appointment and heard the train-like heartbeat of our little one. I, of course, cried right there on the table. We're due mid-June and I have a sonogram at the end of this month to find out the gender and hopefully get a more solid due date.

Me after hefting four months of baby up
Diamond Head! Sweaty and frizzy
and awesome.

So here we are...pregs in Hawaii. The good part? It's warm so I don't have to worry about slipping on ice or wearing long sleeves. The bad part? I'm in a bathing suit at least once a week and I have to keep shaving my legs. No post-marriage winter fur for this mama. Plus the warm weather and my raging hormones make everything grow super fast. My legs get a 5 o'clock shadow.

I've been promising people that I would blog about pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms. Because, let's face it, it's NOT like you see in the movies. Or at least it isn't for me. ;)

Stay tuned!