Adjusting

Last week was a whirlwind of emotions. Excitement, terror, shock, fear. You name it, we experienced it. For the first couple of days, we walked around in a daze pretending that our impending arrival was still non-existent. But we decided to put our big kid pants on and at least come up with some sort of a game plan. Even if it gets changed a time or two.

So here we are at Week 2 (week 6 of pregnancy) and we're adjusting pretty well. We call our unborn child peanut and make funny jokes about how our dog is not going to be as welcoming to a new baby. He has been our "child" for the past three years, afterall. I don't really have any morning sickness and other than an appetite for spicy foods, I'm not experiencing too many other symptoms. The fatigue is still hanging around but I'm managing it much better.

We've yet to share our big news with anyone besides immediate family and a few close friends, just in case something happens. But here we are. Still alive and kicking. Taking one leap at a time.