2 lines

Like I mentioned a few posts ago, we found out I was pregnant exactly two months after my Parents death on June 7th, 2008. I actually was headed to Chicago for a much needed girls weekend that afternoon and had went shopping with my girlfriend Julie the day prior to fill our baskets up with Champagne, Wine and Snacks to take with us. We got a suite downtown Chicago and we were ready to have some fun! That morning it dawned on me that I was late and I knew I had to take a pregnancy test before a wine filled weekend was about to come my way.

I feel badly but when I saw the two pink lines on the test, I wasn't overly excited or overly sad. I was sort of in shock-sort of how I have been for the past several months. I've become this calm person who believes she can handle anything (except no one else that I love is allowed to leave me, including Princess Grace) and I was like OK, I am pregnant, this is good and we can handle it. I didn't burst into tears or cry as I told Ted the news. I was excited of course but it didn't quite hit me yet. Mom and Dad were gone, my brother would soon be in prison (now, hopefully a hospital), and I was pregnant. And I had to leave 30 minutes after telling my husband to go be with my friends. Great and your not suppose to tell anyone until your 1st trimester has passed. Right.

Here are some photos of the moment I told a hotel room filled with my best of friends. Look at the girls faces in the background. I particularly like my friend Erin's face in the background in the last picture. She looks so happy and shocked!

Officially 4 months pregnant now and I have had NO morning sickness, NO special cravings, NO weight gain and no real side effects other then some tiredness and headaches (due to caffeine withdrawl). However I am sure my Mother is passing along her perfect pregnancy genes as like her Sister told me, "your Mother would pop babies out like it was her job!" She was never sick, wore a bikini a few weeks before she had me (I don't think I'll be that lucky, plus it will be Winter anyway...) and only suffered postpartum depression with my Sister Christina. She snapped out of it, cared for three young children and never looked back. She had us in everything from tap, ballet, jazz, modeling, pageants, gymnastics, cheerleading, baseball, girl scouts (yes, she was the cookie Mom), boy scouts, baseball to Football......Dad taped most of my track meets until my last race Senior year after 7 years.........his famous line to me before and after a race, "stop phyching yourself out". I always got a nervous stomach before the 400 yard dash and I always would say to him, "I'm going to lose" and then I would take first place. Every time. Thanks Dad.

I look forward to all of those moments with our child and like my parents were, we will be with them every step of the way. Through the good and the bad.....