Bumps and Babies: I'm Pregnant!

 

 The cats out of the bag...

 

And a buns in the oven.

;) 

  It's been a long time since I've last blogged - and soooooo much can happen within a year. Where do I begin? I know exactly where to start...

 Just call me mommy

See this sweet little blobbie? That is my Peanut. And he / she is the perfect concoction of us.

How exactly did we find out about Peanut?

So get this...

 We weren't necessarily trying...

...but we also weren't NOT trying. I don't want to say we "struggled" to get pregnant - but as someone who is naturally impatient - I couldn't understand why it wasn't happening when IIIII wanted it to. Like the day after we got married. I was like, "Uhm excuse me why am I not in labor?"

 

Then reality smacked me...hard...and I realized that I wasn't doing all that I could to conceive. It's like a science. Caffeine...I probably didn't need 600mg a day. Alcohol? I figured I needed to ditch the nightcaps. Itty bitty transitions were prooobably bigger than I thought... So I quit it all.  

And well...that escalated quickly...  

One weekend, we had a little shindig at a friends house. My friend Carley was about a week late so naturally - we made her pee on a stick. Not a second passed before two big fat pink lines screamed at us that she was pregs.

We laughed. We cried. We had hot flashes. Was this it? Were we growing up and growing babies?

 

I tell Carley all of the time that we make decisions as one. Because we are one. If you have lady friends that are also your right hand man... you understand what I mean. We wanted our future kids to grow up together. But I didn't know just how right we were. 

 

4 days later, I realized that I was also late.

I peed on 4 sticks. 4. At 6:30AM. And every single one told me that Peanut was brewing. 

 

 

Austin worked a shift the night before and got home around 5am. That didn't stop me from waking him up in a shaking excited rage yelling "I THINK I'M PREGNANT." We high-fived? I cried, for sure. Yay! Go team! I was officially 4 weeks pregnant.

 

Then the guilt set in. How many alcoholic bevvies were consumed within the past month? Well...my brothers grad party, date nights, oh man. BIG oopsies. 

 

But all is good and Peanut is fine. 

Anyway. After my 4th test, I called Carley and we figured out that we are exactly, to the friggin day, 2 weeks apart.

 

AND THEN...

Remember the friends house we went to and found out about Carley's bun? That friend is pregs TOO. With TWO. Twinsies

Not to mention my sister in law is expecting her beautiful little lady in a couple of weeks.

So. Many. Babies.

Now that you've got the story straight - let me just share some personal experiences as I come to the end of my first trimester...

 The lady bod is amazing! 

 

I'm closing the books of the first 12 weeks, and let me just say...wooooooah.

 

 I mean, it's still too early to feel little kicks, bladder punches, or cartwheels - but I do feel something. My uterus feels...heavier? And the bloat! Oh man that bloat will trick you.

 

OMG is this a baby bump? Or is it water weight and the breakfast burrito I had this morning? A little of both...and maybe a teeny hint of baby.

6 weeks in I was like I'M HUGE! This Peanut is growing! When in reality, my pants wouldn't button because of the amount of extra fluff being stored. 

I'm not complaining though, because how freaking cool is it that my body is literally cooking me up a little mini? I have to just let it do its thing.

With the cooking comes all of the...strange pregnancy impacts. Like this acne. Uhm. I had no idea my skin was capable of being so incredibly rude to me at this age. Is that a pre tween going through a weird face phase or is that pregnant Karlie? 

It's me. 

It's fine though. With each extra pimple I discover, I'm just like "Peanut, you be doin thangs."

Let's talk snacky snacks.  

  

I've never EVER been a picky food person. Until now...

Meat is weird. I'm starving yet nothing sounds good. I want carbs. I need sweets. But I'm also not hungry whatsoever.  

I will say, I have yet to throw up. That's a win in my book! Like many things, throwig up hurts my feelings. 

I've always been a fairly healthy eater. But it's a little hard to munch on celery when all I can think about is Doritos with peanut butter and marshmellow fluff. If you're struggling to get your fruits and veggies in - I have one word for you...

JUICE. 

It honeslty doesn't matter how hungry I am. I get full so much faster. One solid meal can be broken up into a few teeny ones

I prefer to snack, so it works out. I will say, though...I'm SO EXCITED for Thanksgiving

 

Clothes are also different. I mean, I prefer sweat pants over jeans any day - even pre pregnancy. But I feel like these earlier days are a weird mix between feeling chunky, bloated, and nothing fits quit right. I'll be honest, I'm genuinely stoked for bigger bump days. Show me the baby 

I'll admit it..I'm a little emotional. 

I'm all over the place. I don't mean to be emo, but I swear I can't control myself.

 

  

Austin promised me ice cream yesterday. We both forgot. Today, I reminded him. Then we drove around town running errands and snacked on candy. When it came time to go home, Austin said he'd still stop and get ME ice cream, but the candy was enough for him.

My feelings got hurt. Why? I have ZERO idea. I wanted him to eat ice cream too..? We ended up stopping and both got a scoop. His is in the freezer and mine is half eaten right in front of me :)

 

The last thing I want to mention is the exhaustion. Who would have known one human was capable of so many naps. In my defense, I was a self proclaimed caffeine addict who quit cold turkey - so there's that. But also. Being a host body for a little human is WERK.

 

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I've heard other hot mommas tell me that the 2nd trimester is the easiest

I'm excited to see the adventures Peanut and I go on during the next 12 weeks. I'll crack open a bubbly water and cheers my husbands dosXX as we patiently await the next phase of Baby Muncrief Madness.

 

                          As for now, I invite you to come on this journey with me. I'll be an open book about my experiences. Are they similar to yours? Am I just a mad woman experiencing my own things?

All I know is this is one wild ride and it's a ride I've been waiting for, for a v long time. The best is yet to come. The next phase ---> Is Peanut a he or a she? In late September, we will learn if this little fella is a mini me or a teeny Austin.

 

 

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What did we learn today class?

 

 

 BABIES EVERYWHERE

 

I told my friends all of our kids are going to take over classrooms when they get older. Or maybe I'll put this teaching degree to use and home school our pack of minions.

 

The first trimester is fluffy tummies, lots of sleeps, break outs, and fights with food.

 

Most importantly: Peanut is already so freaking loved.

 

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Hey, you!

Mommas - I want to learn about your pregnancy stories. Do you have words of advice? What registry recommendations do I NEED and which should i ditch? Teach me your ways! If you're interested in being a guest on my itty bitty blog, email ya girl at sassyanddriven247@gmail.com.

I'll send over some questions and we can chatty chat. See you next week