19 weeks

We are so excited to find out if Baby Fitzgerald will be a boy or a girl and this Monday we will know. I have found, "what do you want a boy or a girl," to be what most people want to know after you tell them your due date? The PC answer is of course, "I don't care just as long as its a healthy baby." Lord knows we do want a healthy baby but for me honestly either gender would be great.
With a little girl, I think I'll know what to expect, having been raised around girls all my life. The cute outfits and doing their hair, relating to them on soooo many levels and watching her wind her daddy around her little finger would be amazing. But a boy, now that would be an adventure for me. It would be an excuse to get outside and get dirty, to truly watch a little David grow up alongside his daddy working on equipment and tinkering with tools. Yes, to learn about little boys would be so exciting. So either way I'm good.
David on the other hand "used" to have a saying, "The Fitzgerald's put stems on their apples." I used to find that an awful saying but now I think its comical especially after may father, upon hearing the comment quipped back, Well you know it's hard to put the plumbing on the inside. Despite the offcolor nature of it all David's family is manily men so the comment is so far justified (2 brothers and 3 nephews). But since David found out we were expecting he hasn't dared utter those words. I know he will be happy with either maybe just a little more terrifided with a girl.

Baby Fitz

May 1st, May Day! May Day! I'm going to have a BA-BY!

I was coming home from an evening out with the girls when I thought about something my friend Tammy and I were talking about. I wasn't drinking and the topic of pregnancy came up as it often does these days since many of my girlfriends are at that stage in their lives. It made me think how off my cycle was...or was it? Since David was out with the guys I thought I'd go to grab a pregnancy test to put my mind at ease... Now, clearly, I thought I couldn't be pregnant. My cycle has always been unpredictable, plus with David's Dad's passing I was stressed. Then, as I neared the CVS front door, I realized I was 2 weeks late. A week late yes, a week and a half, okay but I've never ever been 2 weeks late. And so my 2 minutes were up, the stick read very faintly positive, I took another test... How was I going to tell David? What about our wedding, it was going to be so pretty but not if I've got a big ole round belly? Where will we be living? What the hell was I thinking not going back on the pill as soon I got back from my vacation at home?...Damn YAZ pills broke me out in those rashes so bad...ERRRRR! 2 minutes up... Faintly positive, which according to the directions on the Clear Blue Easy Package "a positive" no matter how faint is "PREGNANT!" I didn't believe it and magically put it in the back of my mind and went to bed. Only for it to creep to the front of my lobe every other minute. I would call the doctor Monday and know for sure I wasn't prego. Until then I would not tell David. He had enough on his plate.

Monday May 4th

I woke up Monday morning at 5:30 got out of bed and called the doc's office to see what time they opened. 7:45 the message said. At 7:45 on the dot I called. No answer... at 8am I called. "Women's," the pleasant lady said. "I need to see my doctor for a test, it's Dr. Kyzer," I quickly threw out. "Are you pregnant?" she asked. "Good question." I thought. "That is why I need a test." I finally said. With that the nice lady told me K.P., Dr Kyzer's nurse would call me back. So I went to work and waited. At 9:43am KP called. "Tell me what's going on." she said. "I think I might be pregnant," I said for the first time out loud and it seemed very real all the sudden. "Were you trying to get pregnant?" "NO!" silly question, I thought. "Why do you think you are pregnant?" KP asked "Well I took 2 pregnancy tests and both were faintly positive." I told her and reminded myself. "What was the starting date of your last cycle?" she asked "March 23rd," I knew cause David's Dad died the next day. Well Congratulations, YOU'RE PREGNANT" I cried..."really, are you sure?" "Isn't this a happy thing?" She asked concerned. It took me a minute,...I'm going to have a baby.... WOW! I really cried and sort of shook all over. "YES, IT IS!" I finally realize. "It is a good thing...not planned but good!" I said. "I just think David's gonna kill me," I joked According to your last cycle your due date will likely be December 23rd- 28th. OH MY GOSH! Too much information I thought. She continued," That means you are six weeks along. How have you been feeling? You will need to come in for a blood test so we can check your HCG and progesterone levels. On and on the conversation went. And off I went to the doctors office for blood work to make certain I was preggie. As the day wore on and I mean wore on. Usually my work days fly by but not today. I had to know if I was pregnant and I needed to tell David...How was he going to take it? Well, he took it great. Better than I did in fact. He was in the yard working on the rabbit hut for Mr. Rabbit and I mentioned to him that Briana got engaged...cause I didn't know how to tell him I was pregnant or when I should tell him. He joked That we should have a double wedding. I knew this was when I should tell him. "We may want to move our date up." He stopped what he was doing and looked at me, "Why?" Of course I cried, "I'm pregnant and I'm sorry." Half laughing, half shocked, he said "Come here, come here and hugged me and said, "It's okay, we're going to have a baby....long pregnant pause and the punch line... "Crappy timing, but it's okay." Instant relief! We're going to have baby!! Yep that's right!

First Trimester

Honestly I can't wait for the 2nd cause the 1st was great. I mean really great. I wasn't sick at all. Sleepy and drained but still able to make it to about 10 or 11pm most nights and get up at 6. I napped when I needed to. I think this is the healthiest I've been my entire life. Plus I got married which was like a dream...a very hot and humid dream but a fairy tale dream. Even in 95 degree heat I felt really good. After all the tests and 3 ultrasounds the Dr informed me my due date is actually Jan. 18th not the end of Dec or Jan 8th. I guess the only one who really knows is Baby Fitzgerald. I heard the heart beat on July 14th, 140 beats per minute, perfect. Only gained 1 pound the whole 1st trimester. My doc was impressed to say the least. Cause she gained 70 in her pregnancy and she only wants me to gain 10. I'm up for it! Between yoga, the occasional walking, swimming, working out with my friend Zacharyia, cleaning my house and helping David with his Dad's house from time to time I feel pretty good...Now I need a nap! Bring on phase 2, I'm ready, after my nap!