What's up, Doc?

This morning I called my gyno and scheduled our first pre-natal exam for June 19th.  I am super excited!  More excited than a banana split from Gibby's on Sunderland Rd.  (I know, I, too, thought that was impossible!)  The receptionist at the office said, "Congratulations," as we finished scheduling the appointment, and I found tears in my eyes. 

First we'll have an ultrasound, then the appointment with the doctor.  I don't want to know the sex of the baby (thought Craig does - too bad!), so I have to remember to tell the ultrasound technician to tell me when it's ok to look at the monitor (since I can read ultrasounds!).  The sex of a baby is one of the few surprises in life anymore!  (The other is when you're going to die, but even that can be arranged...)  Mostly I can't wait to hear the heartbeat.

I've been having little 2-hour bouts of nausea the last two days.  I hope this is not a sign of things to come!  Everyone knows how much I hate for my meal times to be interrupted or delayed, haha!  I am, however, looking forward to bigger boobs.  Yep, definitely.  Probably Craig is, too, ha!

We're still debating on the best time to tell everyone the news.  I think I might want to wait for the first ultrasound picture in June, actually.  Maybe make some shirts that say "We're going to be new parents!" or something equally cute and corny.  A crafty pregnancy announcement idea.  Plus, a better idea of the estimated due date would be nice.

On a side note, while I was hanging laundry on our clothesline this past weekend, Craig announced, "You know, in only a handful of months, you'll be hanging little itty bitty clothes up there."  It made me smile.