Grand Adventure #2

So I feel like the blog has been kind of lacking and slow these days.  And figured it was time to spice things up.  I was running out of material.  Lukas didn't like having his picture taken and all his daily ins and outs being broadcast over the interwebs.  And I respect my child's privacy.  So I need new material.  And with the help of Mr. Cob, new material is on the way!   In about 6 more months.  Yup, I'm pregnant!!!!  All in the name of blogging.  (Kidding, of course.) 

And as a side note, to any friends who learn about baby #2 through this blog, please don't take offense - it seemed really strange to call everyone up and share the news the second time around.  I don't know why, but I've felt really funny spreading this news.  So I figured I'd just write about it.  I'm much better with the written word than the spoken word.

Over the past two months I've been jotting down my thoughts on this pregnancy and how I've been feeling.  Here's the first post in the series of 5 from the past few months, with new posts to follow later this week.  Enjoy!

Saturday, November 10, 2012 - I've been really tired the past week.  And depressed according to the husband, which I think translates into my being mean.  I hadn't really given my mood much thought, just assuming it was another down in the ups and downs that is life.  And I was only three days late.  Nothing too out of the ordinary. But I woke up this Saturday morning and decided it wouldn't hurt anyone to take a pregnancy test.  Mr. Cob was still sleeping.  Lukas was still sleeping.  I was alone in the quiet morning.  I shouldn't be left alone in the quiet morning.  So I did my thing and then put the stick down on the back of the toilet.  I brushed my teeth and then went back over to the stick to check it out.  I assumed it would be negative.  The actively trying gears hadn't been shifted yet.  I am training for a half marathon (ironically, the same thing I was doing the last time I found out I was pregnant).  I'd drank way too much wine just the weekend before.  So I was a little surprised when two lines showed up on the stick.  Two distinct lines.  Two lines mean positive.  Two lines mean pregnant. 

I walked out of the bathroom holding the stick and somewhat coherently said to my sleeping husband "I think I'm pregnant."  This is what Mr. Cob woke up to this morning.  You could say he was shocked.  But happy.  I started crying.  He smiled, still half asleep.  Then he was worried my tears were not happy tears.  I reassured him they they were.  It was just a bit of a surprise.  A very welcomed surprise. 

But just to be sure I took one more test.  Two lines again.  Definitely pregnant.  Happy dance.  Time for a nap.

Sunday, November 11, 2012 - I'm having a hard time keeping this news quiet.  We've now seen my three closest mom friends and I really wanted to share the news.  I've avoided my mom all weekend, fearful that I'll blurt it out over the phone.  But for now we're keeping it quiet.  We decided to tell our families over Thanksgiving.  Today I ordered a "I'm going to be a big brother" shirt for Lukas to debut on Thanksgiving day.  It has a picture of two turkeys - one little and one big.  I wonder what the little man is going to think when he learns that he's no longer going to be the littlest man in the house.  Well I suppose he might still be the littlest man if poppy turns out to be a girl.  And yes, we're calling it poppy for now.  Ok, it's time for another nap. I forgot how quickly the exhaustion sets in.  And the gas.  It's just plain gross.

Thursday, November 15, 2012 - Early pregnancy is weird and unsettling.  There's no reassurance that everything is OK in there.  I sort of wish I'd start having some morning sickness or something to settle my fears (I might be eating those words in a week or so...).  I am definitely tired and I've convinced myself that my bump is already showing - Mr. Cob assures me it is entirely in my head.  Considering I'm wearing my size 4 trousers today, it probably is.  But I still feel bloat-y.  I called the OB this week to make our first appointment.  December 18.  Over a month away.  I'm just trying to think good thoughts and give poppy some love.  I'm making sure to eat clean as much as possible.  I'm starting out every day with a green smoothie.  This morning's concoction had pineapple juice, carrot, broccoli stem, avocado, spinach, banana, frozen mango, frozen peaches, some protein powder, moringa and a few springs of cilantro just because.  It was an interesting combination.  I've also switched to decaf coffee...I know "they" say you can drink 1-2 cups of regular coffee every day of pregnancy and be OK, but I figure I'd rather be safe early on and just stick with decaf.  It worked when I was pregnant with Lukas.  Last night I found some prenatal yoga videos online and tried one out - I loved it!  I really am going to work out this entire pregnancy.  I will NOT gain 50+ pounds again.  I repeat, I will NOT!  (post-script: I ran 10 miles that night  ON THE TREADMILL.  Do you know how awful running on a treadmill for two hours is?  I'm serious about the not gaining 50+ pounds again.  2 hours on a treadmill serious.)