The News is Out

If you are reading this you have either stumbled upon it or now know that, yes, I am pregnant.  I knew that when I got pregnant I would want to start a blog so that my distant family and friends could follow along with any updates on the pregnancy and our little one-to-be's life; assuming I can at all keep up with this after I have the baby.  So here I go.  I am not a writer and am not so sure I will be eloquent, funny, or interesting, but I'll give it a try.


Where to begin?  I guess what most of you may not know is the story of us getting here.  I know that my story is not as long as so many people's and not so full of obstacles and frustration. But for me getting here was sometimes trying and emotional. I apologize for any sense of a pity party it may give, but it is the truth (well most of the truth) about what I was feeling.


It all started Last winter when Kris and I decided we were ready to start trying, well I was ready. For the first time I was having those feelings like I really wanted to have a child and life was in the right place to do that.  I had never really been someone who was very excited about the thought of being pregnant and giving birth, I suppose no one is really excited about the giving birth part, but what I mean is while I wanted to be a mother and expected that I would have children someday I wasn’t certain that actually meant I really had to have them myself and wasn’t one of those types who just couldn’t wait for that experience. I suppose that comes with time and so now I was ready.  Kris wasn’t so sure; he wanted to know we would have the money and could afford to have a baby; how were we going to pay for daycare and diapers anyway?  I knew if we waited to be financially ready we never would be, and I convinced him that as hard as it was (I'm a planner too) we had to sort of go with it and trust that somehow it would just work out.  So last spring we started trying. 


If you haven't figured it out already it took us a little while to get here, now pregnant.