Skipping school was absolutely the best idea, ever.  The day was gloriously beautiful, I wore my shades the whole time, and driving was a good way to THINK about the whole thing. 

In Portland, Amy and I got lunch and took Rowan to a playground.  The sun was shining, bright blue sky, beautiful spring day, and Amy said "Everyone should go to a playground they day they find out they’re pregnant."  After that, we went to Babies R Us, where Amy insisted on buying me things for the squidlet that is allegedly growing inside of me.  I came home with a chenille lined basket, a super soft blanket, tiny washcloths, Aveeno lavender lotions, and a pack of newborn diapers.  ("Amy, I won’t need these til DECEMBER."  "Yeah, so, you need to have real life baby stuff around.  A misfits onesie doesn’t scream ‘baby’ like a pack of newborn diapers does.")  Back at her house, I picked up Liam from preschool ("Oh, YOU’RE Gigi? That gives all the books?") and had a snowball fight with Daeden when he got home from school.  It was such a great day.

I drove home, stopping in Augusta to get a cup of coffee as the fatigue hit hard, and picked up a book for my mother’s birthday "The Little Big Book for Grandmothers."  I have another grandparenting book at home, that I’ll wrap up for my dad.  I plan to tell them this weekend, as we would be giving them their gifts then, anyway.

As far as telling, I’m telling people who knew we were trying.  There are a few teachers who’ve been rooting for me, and they know, and I told my sister over the phone ("Hey, Aunt Kate, what’s going on?" kate :"NO WAY!!!!"), and I told Amy and the Internet.  I told Andy over IM, in a convo that had the phrase "uncle to the glob of cells dividing in my uterus" in it.

I called the OB/GYN practice that my friend Jess had raved about.  I have my first appointments: an initial interview on 4/26, and an ultrasound on 5/3.  I even got Jess’ doctor, whom she adores, so I feel great about that. I can’t wait to tell her!  After the ultrasound, we’ll tell Dave’s family. (Mine get early news because I see them all the time, talk to my mom almost every damn day, and if something bad happens, I would want them to know.)

So, yeah. Knocked up.  I am tired as hell right now, and hungry, and have to pee. The increase of symptoms is exciting and reassuring at this point, and feel free to mock those words back to me in a few weeks. 😀