First official day back in the office since vacay and the bfp.

I may vomit on my keyboard.

I feel like my eyes are floating in a sea of the gallon of water I’ve already drank today.

This is going to be a long, long day.

Also, the hubs has decided we should tell his parents tonight, so, we’re doing that. I’m really wanting to keep this a secret from our friends for as long as possible.

That’s all for now. I need to concentrate on not barfing for the time being.

The traveling yesterday was annoying, especially since I left warm, sunny beaches and landed to 6 inches of snow that weren’t here when we left, but I’m back.

I’m also “working from home” today which means BOTBing and doing laundry. I just ate a plate full of eggos in my jammies. THIS is the way to work, people.

I called and made my first appointments, at 8 weeks and 12 weeks (but really 7 & 11 because they don’t care about ovulation “technicalities”). Thing is, I don’t think I’ll be keeping the 12 week appointment. I don’t think I want to stick with the clinic/hospital my RNP was at. I love her to death, and if she could deliver my baby, I’d be all over it. But if I have to start with someone new, I may as well start at a clinic/hospital I like. Right? Right.

I took the digital this morning. It wasn’t a CBE one, but a FR. But, it said “YES +.”

I told my parents last night, much to the husband’s disagreement. I couldn’t not tell them though. The tequila has been flowing steadily since we got here, and we were supposed to go zip-lining today, and I figured I shouldn’t. But, I’m okay with them knowing so early. If anything were to happen, I would want them to know. They’re like my best friends.

In “WTF is going on with my body news,” my boobs hurt more now than I ever knew possible. I slept in a sports bra last night, and dread having to be without it in the shower.

But I’m so stoked. I’m pregnant.

(It feels waaaay to weird to type that.)