So Much for Secrets

We decided we weren't going to tell anyone about the pregnancy, but if someone asked, we weren't going to lie. We've been visiting my parents for the past week and dancing around the question the whole time, but today my sister came out and actually asked "are you pregnant?". So my parents and sister now know the big secret about the baby.

Staying with them all week long, I'm not really surprised. Pregnancy is a hard secret to keep. I'm actually surprised it took this long for someone to ask.

As my pregnancy has progressed, the dreaded early pregnancy symptoms have started up. I'm not as sick as I was when I was pregnant with Lizzie. With her, I couldn't keep anything solid beyond dry toast and crackers down at all for months and I was so freaking tired I would drop off in the middle of conversations and sleep for hours. If I spent three consecutive hours awake and not puking my guts out, it was a miracle. Everything hurt and it was pretty much the most physically miserable time of my entire life.

This time is not so bad. In fact, I am keeping down most of what I eat and I can go a full four or five hours sometimes without being desperate for a nap. I do, however, still get completely worn out doing almost nothing and I'm going through a full sleeve of saltines every day.

I'm pretty sure the saltines was the dead giveaway.