How to Grow (and Raise) an Alien...or Two

I have no idea how doctors calculate how far along a woman is in her pregnancy. Even though I only found out about the little alien last week, according to my doctor, I am 5 weeks pregnant. Whatever.

Whether it's one week, two weeks, or five weeks, I'm not sure that people should be able to tell that I'm pregnant. I was going to try to not tell anyone for a while (simply because I'm paranoid that I could miscarry), however the poof is giving away the secret. It's sad when you're 5 weeks pregnant and your belly is sticking out farther than your boobs. I had to start telling people. I couldn't have them thinking, "Boy, she really should start doing some sit-ups." I'm now just convincing myself that everything just remembers where it was during my last pregnancy and it's all just moving comfortably into place already.

I'm a little nauseated, but not bad. My biggest symtom is exhaustion. I'm constantly tired. I'm refusing to give into it, though. I have a full time job, a husband, a house and a 2-year-old that won't sit calmly by while I take a nap. I MUST NOT GIVE INTO IT.

This baby (a.k.a. "alien") was not an "accident". Sidebar: I absolutely hate when people get pregnant and say that it was an "accident". There are no accidents where conception is concerned. There's only one surefire way to not get pregnant. Don't have sex. If a person gets pregnant and wasn't planning on it, she should say that it was unplanned. So there.

Anyhoo, this baby was planned. We were blessed because we didn't have to try long (my husband most likely would not consider this a blessing, but he's not the one writing this). The first month when I tested, I was disappointed to get a negative result. The second month when I tested and got a positive result, I had to take 4 more tests to convince myself that it was true. Sometimes, I'm still not sure that I believe it. It's something that we were planning for and something we were so looking forward to and now that it's in the works, I can't help but think, "Oh, Lord, what have I done?" Our little family life is perfect the way it is: Daddy, Mommy & daughter. The dynamic is wonderful. Now we went and stirred it all up.

Everyday, I go from elation to confusion. Let's blame it on the hormones.