About a month ago I found myself standing in the feminine product aisle at Target staring at the pregnancy tests, a place I really thought I’d never be again. A week before this moment I was standing in my bathroom getting ready one morning feeling…off, and it suddenly hit me that my period was at least a week late, maybe more. I had only had a few cycles since starting to wean Anna a few months prior and I wasn’t paying that close of attention to the timing. I chalked it up to things not being regular yet and figured I’d ignore that off feeling and waiting a few more days to give my body a chance to prove my intuition wrong. Fast forward a few days and I was hit with crazy nausea and was moody as all get out. No doubt about it, I knew before I even took the test, I was pregnant.

Life is full of little surprises, or big surprises as the case may be. I thought I was done with 2. I thought my family was complete with my 2 beautiful girls. Apparently, life has other plans for us.

Since we just moved to Seattle and I didn’t have an OB/GYN lined up yet so I had to scramble to find a new doctor. Since I was a new patient they wouldn’t see me until I was between 8-10 weeks. The first appointment they had available that fit my schedule was Friday, which put me at almost exactly 10 weeks. I hate waiting for that first doctor’s appointment to get confirmation that everything is okay. It was even worse having to wait almost a month for it. I’ve had crazy morning sickness all day, every day and have been so exhausted I feel like I’m barely functioning, so I figured everything was fine but it is always nice to get medical confirmation.

I got my confirmation Friday when I saw The Surprise for the first time on that ultrasound screen moving all around and waving its little arms at me.

Everything looks great. The Surprise is measuring a few days ahead and looks perfect.

I’ve had a month to let this sink in and yet I still can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m going to be the parent to 3 kids! It feels crazy and scary and exciting and so many things I can’t even begin to name them all.

Today I am 10 weeks 3 days and counting down the days until this wretched first trimester is over and I can hopefully bid farewell to my constant nausea and gagging and pretty much daily trips to the bathroom to throw up. For the record I hate morning sickness.