Happy Holiday!

Well, it was an eventful holiday and after 8 days I am back at my desk. It feels like I have been away for weeks.... especially with all the changes to my body.

Let's start with the news: The Saturday before Christmas we sat down with Liz and Pete (Richard's parents) and told them about little 'zilla. We wrapped up a triple clamp for Dad and paired it with the itty bitty boots Richard bought. It only took a second for Dad to clue in... then Mom opened the card which read 'Good Parents get promoted to Grandparents'. There was a lot of crying and hugging.

Surprisingly enough there weren't a lot of follow up questions, which shocked me. It was a nice evening and I am grateful we told them, because I was exhausted and nauseous.

That night we told Aunt Sue, she didn't look too surprised but teared up and hugged us both.

That night we also told cousin Katie. *Head shake* Let's set the scene, dear, sweet, quiet cousin Katie was having a quiet Christmas gathering at her house, just a few close family members, nothing too out of hand *eye roll*. Richard and I had joked about the best way to tell her, because her reaction will be award worthy (she screamed and nearly punched me when we told her we were engaged). I said to Richard we should wait till the end of the night and then just as we're leaving, while hugging her, I would whisper 'Ps. I'm Pregnant' and then walk away.

This plan was all before dear sweet Katie got annihilated on Jager Bombs and Vodka.

I wanted to cancel the plans, but Richard and Colin egged me on... so just after midnight, after all the party guests had left and we were finally putting our coats on, I hugged a very drunk Katie and whispered 'I am totally pregnant'. This is when she jumped back and spit food at me, she then called me a liar and yelled at her husband. All of this is on video.

It took some convincing, but we finally left the party with a congratulations and a hug... oh and then she stood in the street and mooned us.

It was a good night.

On Christmas Day we told my Mum. I gave her a onesie that read 'Grandma & Me'. She cried, but seemed to have a sneaking suspicion that we were... how? I don't know. And then again with the no questions... which was odd, but I have come not to have expectations for my family's reaction to big news. I think it sunk in later when on her way home I was bombarded with loving text messages.

So... I have to tell my Dad and my niece... then it is public knowledge, because my niece will tell her Dad, my brother, and he has the biggest mouth on the planet.

I can't believe we're already in our 10th week. I have my first pre-natal appointment tomorrow morning. Yay!

I am feeling bloated and naseaous all the time.

But the worst symptom so far is the dreaming... they are so real and so exhausting that I am always tired. I haven't had a good sleep in a very long time.

Whewf... long post.

Love!