At the beginning, I suppose. It was a Sunday night and John made a romantic dinner for the two of us. Oh wait, we don't need to start that far back. Sorry, you don't get those details.
I found out on March 8 and I had a little bit of a meltdown. Ok, I freaked out in typical Sam-fashion: complete withdrawal. I didn't even tell John. I went to bed early that night repeating "Everything will be OK, everything will be OK". The next day I was in Lawrence for work so I ducked out of the conference early and went to the River Trails for an 8 miles run. What else was there to do?
The run helped and by the end I felt slightly less terrified and a little more at peace. Don't get me wrong, this was planned but the idea of kids versus the actuality of having kids are two completely different things. I went home and told John.
Luckily, thankfully, John was and has been totally excited. I don't think the two of us could both be terrified; that would be a disaster. He's already planning zoo trips and experiments. His excitement has definitely helped me to be more excited and less petrified.
Remember that 3.5 mile 5k I ran in March? I was pregnant. 8 miles at Brew to Brew? Yep, pregnant. So I'm still working out, but I'm honestly a little nervous about broadcasting my workouts just because I know people tend to be pretty opinionated when it comes to what pregnant women should and should not be doing. There is very little guidance but a whole lot of wives' tales.
Now you're all caught up and I'll have plenty to post about. I promise nothing too personal or gross, but poop stories are always on the table. I was in to the dr. today and Baby K's heartbeat was around 160 bpm. Sounds like a good tempo run to me!
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