The longest 10 days...

I have known now for 10 days that I am pregnant. Really, it feels like I have known for about 3 months. This post is going to start last Friday and just for the record I do not plan on sharing every little pregnant detail. This is all just new to me and I am excited. So, back to my story, I started the day not feeling so hot and as the day progressed so did my cold (or whatever it was). On the drive home from work I could barely keep my eyes open, but we stopped at Walgreen's to get some medicine. I literally could not breathe and it was making me miserable. We called the doctor to see what I was allowed to take went in and bought my drugs. It was on Friday that I had my first ridiculous crying spell. I REALLY did not want to be sick! This weekend may possibly have been one of the worst ever. I spent the entire weekend laying around the house because that was pretty much all I had the energy to do. I was incredibly nauseous which wasn't helping matters either. On Sunday I hit rock bottom. It was on Sunday I had my second ridiculous crying spell. Matt wanted to shampoo the carpets, but being the cranky, nauseous person that I was I told him that I did not feel like listening to the vacuum for the next hour. (I know what you must be thinking, how stupid right? I have a husband who WANTS to do house chores and I am complaining about listening to him when all I have to do is lay there). I was so upset because I knew how unreasonable I was being, but I couldn't help it. From the stress of all this and feeling worse than ever I started crying. Eventually, I threw up. I haven't done this since I was a child and let me just say that it is every bit as bad as I remembered it. Fortunately, it made me feel much better to just get it out of my system. I haven't thrown up since which I am very thankful for.

Monday rolls around and I have my first "pregnant" doctor's appointment. Thankfully I was able to get some medicine so I could get rid of this cold that had now moved into my chest. I was really hoping to get a due date but we were not so lucky. All she was able to tell me was that I was anywhere from 5 to 13 weeks so she requested an ultrasound so that we could narrow it down. (The 2 month gap just wasn't working). She also dropped the blood work bomb on me again. Yes, I get to do it all over again!! (And, just for the record, I am aware that more is on the horizon. Please refrain from reminding me over and over!) As the week went by I began to feel much better. Now that my body wasn't trying to fight off a cold and grow a fetus my energy level and nausea had improved significantly.

The ultrasound was scheduled for Friday and we were very excited. I knew we wouldn't be able to see much, but it would still be cool to see the little thing. Matt and I decided that if I was 8 weeks that we could officially tell people. It turns out that I am 8 weeks and 2 days and my due date is October 13th which happens to be during fall break! The ultrasound was really neat. Even though it just looked like a little blob it was the cutest little blob I have ever made! I am sure I am biased, but seriously look how cute it is:
The little nubs below its head are apparently its arms :) My appetite is still weak, but overall I can't complain. I am almost starting to feel normal again. I am just hoping that I stay like this.

After the ultrasound we went to tell Matt's family (aunts, uncles, grandpa) and we called some of my family from MD. Everyone is really excited. While I realize it may not be the smartest idea to tell everyone this early on Matt pretty much leaves me no option as he will tell anyone who will listen. So here it is...Let the games begin!