Love at first bump

When you spend two years battling infertility, you basically spend the first few weeks wondering if your body is playing a cruel joke. You kind of feel pregnant, but you can't see anything. And since you can't see anything, you wonder if if it's real. That's how I felt the first 10 or so weeks. I knew I was pregnant. I could see the baby in the ultrasounds, but I couldn't tell.

I'll be 14 weeks on Tuesday and I'm now--finally-- feeling pregnant. In the past couple of weeks a teensy tiny bump formed and it is slowly getting bigger! I found myself rubbing the little bump all day on Friday (with a goofy grin, I'm sure) because now that I'm feeling pregnant, my heart is filling with love for this little thing I have growing inside me.

I will try my best not to let this blog become a mommy blog. It's a blog about the adventures Husband and I take (like the trip to Argentina I haven't discussed!), but this little one coming in February will be the biggest adventure of them all. I can't wait to share!