So yesterday was exciting.
I got my diploma from Miami officially stating my Master's status.
And we heard our little nugget's heartbeat.
And we got ultrasound pictures. Sure, it looks a little like a teeny blob, but it's proof that something is cooking in there. I needed a picture to confirm.
Yes, we celebrated. Normal people hug and kiss, and yeah we did that... but then we ate. I wanted to head in the direction of The Greene and we ended up at Cheesecake Factory. Normally I am all about Cheesecake Factory. The menu is HUGE and could satisfy even the pickiest eater. But not necessarily a pregnant eater. There were certain dinners that sounded good, but then they'd have an element to make it off-limits like bleu cheese or raw fish. I am NOT complaining, but it was definitely a different kind of experience. In case you wondered, I settled on salmon, mashed potatoes and broccoli. I ate maybe 1/50th of the entire meal. Why do restaurants serve such ginormous portions??
Then today when I was getting ready for school I tried on at least 4 outfits and settled on the one I didn't look as massive in. I know I'm not showing--the baby is the size of a grain of rice for crying out loud--but I am definitely feeling puffier than usual. It's totally gross. I may have to go back into my summer dresses, even though they also make me look pregnant... wait, I am pregnant. Is it okay to look pregnant when you shouldn't look pregnant and it's just because your're bloaty? There has to be some Yiddish word for this... Grandma Marge, wish you had a computer and could help me out here!
And so far we haven't told any friends or family. It's pretty weird keeping this a secret. Okay, it's also weird to be blatantly lying about it. I have really tried to cover my tracks, but there are probably suspicions anyway. We went to Valley Vineyard and I didn't drink. I'm positive that raised some eyebrows. Tomorrow is Ashlie's Scentsy party. With booze. And baby spies. I think I'll get a glass of wine and hold it. Maybe that'll give me a few more weeks. Or I'll just lie some more.
**For those of you who I did lie to (there are too many to name... sad, I know), please understand it wasn't meant to upset you. I try very hard not to be a liar, but this was such a personal and special secret that Adam and I wanted to keep to ourselves until the time was right. We love you!**