I cannot wait until Wednesday. My second OB appointment is at 2:00. Paul has the day off so he can come with me and see the ultrasound.
I'm excited, and scared. I can't help but think there's gonna be something wrong. Or that there just won't be anything there. This still seems kinda unreal. Hell, a lot unreal. I think it won't be 100% real for Paul until he sees something on a screen too. And it won't be 100% real for me until it's real for Paul.
Mostly I'm excited and scared.
So Paul and I have decided to wait until at least after the ultrasound on Wednesday to make any general announcement.
We're still looking to get a hold of Cassie to tell her, but after Cassie is told, we're not gonna be telling anyone else for a bit.
A little superstition, a little bit just wanting to keep it close while we can.
So yesterday went really really well. I managed to get through the day pretty well. I was freaking exhausted at the end of the day, but honestly I think I made it through better than I have in years past.
Paul took advantage of a lull before the turkey was done and the ovens were full to make the announcement. He got all choked up. I think he was as surprised as me that he got so emotional. He turned off the TV and we got everyone's attention. He put his arm around me and managed to say “This summer you're going to become grandparents and great grandparents.” The next 5 minutes were all hugs and tears. Paul went and got kleenex while I gave more details of dates and the OB I'm seeing and whatnot. Everyone was pretty tickled.
And then, things went back to normal. I went back to tending the turkey and stuffing and whatnot. Dinner was served around 5:45, making my 5:00-6:00 window right on the money. The meal came off without a hitch (well, except for a last-minute table-setting issue) and we all sat around stuffing ourselves. My sweet potatoes were a hit. Well, everything was. I did good.
I started up the dishwasher with all the silverware once we were finished so that we'd have something to eat pie with. Paul ended up doing the rest of the dishes later and putting away most of the food. I deboned the turkey and such before I passed out.
Tom & Jeanne left with Nonny & pie a little after 8:00. Sibyana and Cheri hung around until after 9:00, enjoying pie and talking. I hope I was still making sense at that point – I just remember everything being kinda fuzzy around the edges. I sat on the couch and swayed for a while and then somehow stumbled into bed. I slept like the dead, but I feel pretty good today.
Wow, today was a long but good day. Dad and Grandma got here around noon. We hung out and chatted while I cleaned up the kitchen clutter and started making pies. I made three pies while Oin and Paul played Left 4 Dead 2 and Dad and Grandma watched and napped. I made cranberry sauce and two jello salads too before we left for pizza at Metro.
We talked a fair bit about insulin and whatnot, but neither Dad or Grandma seem concerned that I'm now on insulin with no explanation.
I'm looking forward to telling everyone tomorrow. Not sure exactly how we're gonna do it. Hafta talk to Paul after we go to bed. But it will be great for family to know.
I'm sure I'll sleep like the dead tonight, but I'm feeling surprisingly good. I got really hungry a couple of time today, but I took breaks and had small snacks. No worries.
Here's hoping I hold up as well tomorrow. :)
Woke up 2 hours after going to bed. Had to pee and am feeling overheated and generally urky. Why do I think this statement could be said every night for the next several weeks?
I'm not complaining really… but it's hard not to be a little concerned about feeling crappy. I have this conversation with myself about whether what I'm feeling is an expected pregnancy symptom or if it's a diabetes thing, or if it's *something else* which is invariably bad. I assume stuff is pregnancy related and then I just kinda let it happen – this too shall pass.
le sigh. So I've got my cold beverage. I'm gonna go get some fresh (41 degree) air and then go lay back down, now that I've convinced Paul to come to bed. (He says he's cool and happy, but he keeps not coming to bed until the middle of the night, and then not really sleeping. I'm thinking this is an indicator of his true mental state. hrm.)