Where do I begin?

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!