I've done a terrible job of keeping up with the blog the past few months. Hopefully that will improve once Baby Gibson actually arrives!
Can't believe we are already at 26 weeks. Well over halfway there...almost into the third trimester! Time to remember how it all began.
On Fat Tuesday of this year Chris and I were attending one of the monthly PCA Club Meetings. It sounds cheesy, but there is always great (free!) food and the chance to meet interesting people. When there's a meeting in our part of the state, we try to go.
I thought a beer sounded great but, to be responsible, figured I should take a little test before I left to meet Chris. Just to make sure I didn't have a bun in the oven or anything. :) Much to my surprise, not one but TWO lines popped up on my little pink test! I couldn't believe it, and I couldn't wait to tell Chris.
I slipped the test in a ziploc baggie and planned to put it in the pocket of Chris' jeans that I was bringing so he could change out of his work clothes. As it turns out, he was late to meet me at Buffalo Wild Wings and didn't want to change at all. Hmm...how to tell him now?
As it turns out, I didn't really have to tell him at all. When he saw that I was drinking iced tea and not an Abita (and on Fat Tuesday...blasphemy!) he asks, in typical Chris fashion, "What, are you pregnant or something?"
When I answered "Um, yes, I am pregnant!" his jaw dropped open. Not the answer he was expecting! :) But then the smile spread across his face, and I knew he was just as excited as I was.
I picked up two more tests the next day, just to make sure we didn't get a false positive. Definitely not- three tests, three positive results. We were going to be parents!
Chris came home the next day with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. So sweet.
I felt great at first but by week 8, was already feeling "morning sickness"- although mine was sort of "all-day-long-but-worse-at-night-sickness". Even some of my favorite foods sounded terrible to me. But luckily, by the time my 2nd trimester began, it was gone. Like magic! Couldn't believe it.
I've been feeling really good ever since! It was so hard at first to determine if those tiny flutters I was feeling in my belly were actually the baby. I probably felt them for a few weeks before I really decided they were, in fact, tiny Baby Gibson swimming around in there. By week 16 I was sure of them, and by week 17 Chris was actually able to feel him or her too. Such an exciting moment! It made it seem even more real than just seeing our sweet baby during our ultrasounds. :)
Recently, starting at around week 25, we've been able to actually see Baby G move my belly. It's so alien-like! We were at the beach last Sunday (should have put more sunscreen on the belly too...it got pretty red) and every once in a while we'd see my belly just move. Crazy! But so exciting. The little baby is over a foot long and almost two pounds now...just 3 more months to go!