Moving and telling the world

We are officially in the second trimester! On Saturday, we started telling the rest of our family and some other friends about the kiddo, who is the size of a peach right now. I have created our Facebook announcement, which will go up later this week once my last special class is over.

Moving this week was absolutely crazy. Anything that could go wrong did -- the move took longer than we thought and we owed more money, one of our cats caused my husband to go to the emergency room and I managed to get a key stuck in our deadbolt and now it doesn't work correctly. However, we're doing fine now and unpacking is going well. We're trying to keep the nursery as clear as possible so we don't get used to storing items in that space.

I have been having a hard time focusing on law school this summer. I have a few papers that I need to submit in the next two weeks, so I had to stay home today from a family event and write more one of them. I have a hard time sometimes figuring out how much work I need to do each day in order to finish on time, and I can only focus for about three hours a day on my papers. 

I was supposed to meet with my advisor last week, but she cancelled at the last minute. I always seem to have appointments when she has serious life events -- stolen phone, sudden passing of a close relative, etc. I'm starting to think that I may be a bad omen in her life, so I am setting up an appointment with another advisor who I like since he is available sooner rather than later.

The first person we told that we were pregnant was...

...our landlord. This is not how I imagined it would be.

Let's go back to Friday morning. I went to the doctor for the first time and saw/heard our baby. It has a 150 bpm heart rate and looks like a blob, but it was not a figment of my imagination. I am, in fact, pregnant.

My husband has had a hard time not telling people that we're pregnant, but I asked him to wait to tell his best friend/parents until after we heard the heartbeat. I keep hearing about people who reveal their pregnancies so early, and it would break my heart if I had to tell all of those people that I had a miscarriage. I visited a friend last weekend who is currently pregnant, but who had a miscarriage just shy of 12 weeks.

Now that we are pregnant, we need to move. Our current apartment is nice, but it is too small. Our landlord was super nice about us leaving. It won't be a problem to move. However, I can't believe the first person I told that we're expanding our family was someone to whom we're not terribly close or related to.

My husband left a voicemail for his best friend. I texted my good friend (the one I mentioned above) the word "baby." She's at a family event right now. I wonder if she will catch on. We're planning to tell our parents in person over July 4 weekend. After that, I'm not planning on telling anyone else until we hit 12/13 weeks. Then I'd like to start calling family members and friends. We'll eventually put something on Facebook.

A close friend from school asked me whether I was pregnant on Friday. It was not totally out of the blue -- she knows that we are trying and that I didn't drink at dinner. I lied. I had to lie to my good friend last week, too. I'm just not ready for everyone to know when this tiny embryo is still so precarious.

I started buying looser clothes. I finally found a maxi dress that looks nice on me, and will continue to look nice as I blow up. At least I get to look cute, right? My nausea has mostly subsided (at least for now), so was able to eat like a normal human being today. Here's hoping tomorrow is even better.