I feel the need to defend myself about this post.
I didn’t write it as any sort of New Year’s resolution. I know from personal experience that New Year’s resolutions don’t work. In fact, 63% fail with in two month.
Mine always have failed and since all of my “acceptable” excuses for over-eating were past me, [i.e. Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas] I was finally ready to quit being a quitter [you know what I mean] and to finally change small things that would eventually lead to big payoffs.
However, I’m going to have to put all of that on hold…at least for nine months.
That’s right folks. I’m officially an after school special.
Let me explain.
Apparently, “it” can happen after just one time.
Yep. You guessed it.
I’m knocked up, prego, expecting, with child, preggers, in the family way, in the pudding club, wearing my apron high.
I have a bun in the oven.
This pregnancy was not planned or expected and I’m still not over the shock of it all.
I tested late on my birthday [3rd of January] and got a positive. Instantly.
My first reaction was to cry like a baby.
None of the thoughts racing through my head were positive.
I felt guilt for being so stupid as to get pregnant in this day and age.
I worried about the fact that we would have no insurance. That turns out to be an unfounded worry since we will have insurance.
I worried about what our families would say.
I was angry that I wouldn’t have my body back like I had thought. Cara is on the cusp of weaning herself and though I knew that I would be a bit sad, it’s time. [Now, it’s really time]
After way too much crying and after talking all of this out with Tucker, I’m finally starting to get excited. The kids [I can’t believe I just typed kids!] will be just under two years apart.
We’ll be back in Arkansas for the majority of this pregnancy and will have family for support.
We don’t have to buy anything except diapers since we’ve kept all of Cara’s things. [Swing, infant carseat, etc.]
Basically, it all boils down to the timing being “wrong” but the end result is something that both Tucker and I want.
So, instead of reading about my weightloss trials and tribulations, you’ll read about morning sickness, pregnancy weight gain and maternity clothes.
Don’t worry, though.
I may be knocked up, but I haven’t lost my sense of humor.