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Saturday, August 29, 2015

J and K's F1

F1 generation, for first filial, referring to offspring.  F1 (genetics) the first filial generation which is comprised of offspring(s) resulting from a cross between strains of distinct genotypes.  The F1 generation is the generation resulting immediately from a cross of the first set of parents (parental generation, P1).
J and I are pleased to announce, August 23rd, 2015, that we have a bun in the oven.

J and I will have been married for 9 years this November 2015.  This event has been a long time coming.  Our first few years of marriage I thought we would have children within 2-3 years, like my siblings.  When that did not happen I went through a phase that we were never going to have children, that we did not even want kids.  Then I went through the baby obsessed phase and really wanted to have one of our own.  Now that this is finally happening I am terrified and kind of excited.  Terricited.
I first suspected that I might be pregnant the 1st of June, 2015.  It was when I started my resolution to increase my running distance and look into running a marathon.  Nope.  I could not jog on the treadmill anymore.  My breasts hurt.  My body hurt.  I hurt.  Everything felt slightly off.  We started calling my "yucky-hurt" condition the "Maybe Baby".  I took the pregnancy test June 23rd, 2015.  The results were no surprise, just a confirmation.
July 14th, Week 9.  I had my first ultrasound.  Baby is the size of a kidney bean and due 
February 14th, 2016.  
I went through 3 months of morning sickness.  It was awful.  The worst was the entire month July.  I was throwing up every day, multiple times a day.  I had caught a bad head cold and could not take any medicine for it.  I could not breathe.  Then I went and spilled hot soup on myself in the lunch room at work, thus scalding my chest, tummy, and lap (inner thighs).  I had both legs wrapped with second degree burns and it hurt when I walked.  There was one point where I could not even drink water without vomiting.  I lost 5 pounds in 3 weeks.
August 11th, Week 13.  Second ultrasound, this time with my husband.  Baby is the size of a lime.  We now call it a limey and talk with an English accent.  (Though I still refer to baby as kidney bean.)
I have a bit of a baby bump going.  This was the last week I could comfortably wear my skinny jeans.  Sigh.
Since I was finally out of the first trimester, you know the scary miscarriage probability time, I was through the worst of the morning sickness, and I was starting to show, we decided that now would be a good time to announce our decision to become parents to my parents.  August 22nd is J's birthday.  We invited my parents and siblings over to celebrate. Only one sibling made it, but she had 4 kids with her.  I made porcupine meatballs, bacon risotto and yellow cake with orange cream frosting.  We picked out a "Congratulations on becoming Grandparents" card and gave it to my parents after dinner.  It was the best reaction I could have hoped for.  They had no idea it was coming.  They are happy for us.  I love my parents so much.
Since one of the four children at the birthday party was a 5 year old we knew we could not keep our secret much longer so we had to tell everyone.  Charlie took the news the hardest.  He was pretty upset.
  Once he forgives us and comes out from under the bed I am sure he will be a great older brother.

J and K.