I've been enjoying my 15 month old's burgeoning personality (but not the tantrums) and his increasing communication skills, when I get up from the computer after checking my email/Facebook and a wave to rival The Perfect Storm of nausea and dizziness hits me so hard I have to plop my butt back down. Really? No way.
I know that pregnancy tests tell you to take it first thing in the morning, but when you take it at one in the afternoon and it yells at you that you're pregnant, it's a pretty safe bet that it's a positive pregnancy test.
Thanks to being AMA (Advanced Maternal Age - why don't they just say, "DAMN!") I got to have the first ultrasound yesterday at almost 9 weeks. Got to see the Small Fry's (I have a thing for potatoes, what can I say?) arm and leg stumps and hear the heartbeat. Pretty cool and such a relief. Obviously there is a way to go, but we are definitely on the right track.
And you, dear readers, get to see lots of pictures and hear me bitching about people, which is really what I do best!
Speaking of photos, here's how we announced it on Facebook yesterday:
Now I get to deal with all of the extras that come with being 40 and pregnant. And the questions from total strangers. And the comments. I am so looking forward to that. /sarcasm
So I do not end this wonderful news on a sour note, here is a picture of the soon-to-be big brother with his monkey Frank:


