I know you're all waiting on tenterhooks to find out, and me most of all.
But we don't find out until a little later today.
So to tide you over (since I know you're all checking my blog every chance you get... right?) I will talk for a moment about pregnancy.
And how some days it totally sucks.
(Yes, I'm sorry. This is a complaining post.)
Some days, you go to the bathroom every five minutes. And you burp up vomit every ten minutes.
And it hurts your abdomen to stand (the doctor says I have a hernia) and it hurts your back to sit, and you don't even bother trying to lie down because you know you'll never be comfortable lying down again.
It feels like you've been kicked in the crotch, and something or other leaks out of your chest when your husband hugs you.
And your head hurts and you have heartburn that makes it hard to breathe.
And you're so hungry but even the delicious food that you slaved over because you wanted it so badly does not hit the spot.
So you don't go to school or work, but people expect you to fulfill your responsibilities. People like your boss, or your teachers, or other students who depend on you.
And part of you wishes the doctor would just put you on bed rest so you'd have an excuse to stay sitting down all day.
And you're low on iron so you force yourself to eat the unbelievably horrible meatballs in your spaghetti, which would probably be delicious if you weren't pregnant but which taste like a toilet seat because you are.
And speaking of toilet seat, that's where you spend most of your day.
And maybe that's how babies feel.
They're so tired, and so hungry, and they always have to go to the bathroom.
And they're helpless, so they cry (lots of crying at the Pitcher house yesterday) and their bodies are doing things they can't control and growing and changing in ways that are uncomfortable.
And the doctor keeps saying "Ah, it's just stretching, not a big deal."
But it is a big deal. It totally sucks.
And today you were all expecting such a happy post, no?
I'm sorry. Yesterday was not a happy day.
I know today will be happy, and not the least because we're going to the doctor.
And doctors make me feel better, even if it's just when they say "This is all normal."
But if you want to read a happy post about finding out the gender of the baby, check back soon.
Or read my friend Kaylie's unbelievably sweet post.
They just found out, too! Congrats Kaylie and LJ! I'm so excited for you.
Or if you want a very enjoyable read about withstanding pain and the doctor's office, read this blog post dictated by my 5-year old sister Kathryn about getting her stitches out yesterday on my family's blog. I love her. She makes me feel better.
She's much tougher than me.