Yesterday, we announced our pregnancy to our parents. Both sets of parents were excited, but no one was more excited than Dennis' mother and his little niece and nephew. They were just beside themselves. It really brought a huge smile to my face hearing them cheering for joy in the background. It also made me realize I haven't experienced that sort of excitement. Of course I am happy, but I have been more focused on the logistics of everything. Not to mention just trying to survive the first trimester. This also wasn't a planned pregnancy, so I think that accounts for the lack of excitement. That is not to say I am unexcited; I'm just not jumping up for joy (yet). Instead, the analytical side of me is just more focused on the huge responsibility we are about to undertake and getting a plan in place to handle that enormous task. It's also still all a bit unreal. Yes, I know I'm pregnant, but with the exception of my pants fitting a little tighter and my boobs getting larger, I am not showing. And with the exception of suffering all the first trimester symptoms, I don't feel pregnant.
But there is a frame sitting next to our bed that says "My first photo," and it has our first sonogram photo in it. Every time I look at it I smile, and my heart warms. I think that constitutes excitement for a girl who didn't picture herself with a kid, ever.
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