Baby Strawberry

It cracks me up that pregnancy sites always compare fetuses to fruits and vegetables when they tell you how big your baby is - I guess they figure FOOD is the one thing all pregnant women can relate to! So, I'm 9 week and 5 days pregnant and thought I'd blog about it all...
First of all, if you need a chuckle, go back and read how many times on this blog I mentioned that Henry was our last baby. Then say "ha! famous last words!" Nothing like a history of infertility and nursing amenorrhea to give silly old me a whopping surprise! But of course, we are thrilled. Davis, he was super thrilled from the start (he always wanted FIVE, I always three, so I guess this four will be our compromise!), the girls were giddy when we showed them the ultrasound and told them the news. I have to be honest, I'm still a little in disbelief mode, coupled with a little fear, but it's turning into excitement.

I feel good. Tired. Thirsty. Hungry. But good. I'm still nursing Henry, though he needs to be weaned by the time my preterm labor risk goes up in a few months, so he's also starting to get some bottles. He's working on his sleeping, and it's slowly getting better. Other than feeling a little bit like I'm running on empty most of the time, and crying buckets when I finally watched last season's finale of Glee, I don't feel very pregnant yet.

I'll check back in when things get a little more interesting.