First things first ... after his last blog viewing, Jon pointed out I missed a few key fishing pics from week four, because they were in a different folder. Okay, so here they are.
Jon with a strong small-mouth bass:
Dad and Mom with an impressive pair-o-crappie:
Even I made a decent showing with my own crappie:
Good then. Now for week 5. So, the first day of this week (Monday, April 28), I took my first pregnancy test in the morning before work. I took it about four days before I expected my period as the test's literature said was possible (thought the detection percentage would be lower at this stage). I put the test on the floor and took a quick look around the room before glancing back at the test, which already read "pregnant." I'm pretty sure I let out a little squeal of joy and flapped my hands around a bit like an excited adolescent girl. I said a prayer of thanks to God and then went to work. Since I'd waited until after Jon left for work to test (didn't want to disappoint him if negative and wanted to tell him in a more interesting way if positive), I had to hold in this wonderful secret all day. Time to plot a way to inform Jon of his impending daddyhood. Hmmm ...
I knew Jon wouldn't be interested in an elaborate announcement. So, I decided to do something simple and intimate. That evening in bed, I started to pointing to spots I wanted Jon to kiss ... forehead, cheek, shoulder, etc., and then I got to my tummy. After he planted one there, I told him to say "hello." Initially, he seemed confused as to why I wanted him to talk to my anatomy, but I could tell the wheels started to turn shortly thereafter. When he looked to me for reassurance of what I assume he suspected, I told him his baby was in there and deserved a greeting. Jon smiled, gave a "yay" and offered props in the way of a mini fist pound.
Initially after Nestle got the news, he seemed to favor feigning ignorance and/or pouting. Since he's about 14 years old and has been the primary object of my maternal attentions for his life's entirity, it will be interesting to see how he responds when that focus shifts. Oh, and though I didn't take pics of them, for the record, the snakes don't seem to care. They're probably protesting silently.
I found out about this pregnancy the day before I had to inform the school whether I'd be renewing my contract for the next year, so this was very convenient timing. Jon and I decided a while back that in the case of a pregnancy, it would be best for me to stay home so we could manage my health condition with the least amount of stress and complication, and that way the school wouldn't have to worry about switching teachers mid year, which is a burden on the department, administration and the kids, not to mention the teacher moving out. Looks like I'm retiring to become a full-time trophy wife!
Here I am waving goodbye to my waistline in my week-five belly pic (first officially prego pic):
However, I knew I was a long way from feeling secure in the pregnancy. I needed to have another positive test in one week before the LIFE study considered the pregnancy a done deal.
Fortunately, week six yielded another positive test, and unlike my first pregnancy, that week I had no problems or discomforts. Aside from being a little fatigue and bloating (nothing I wouldn't experience anyway after something like, say, a big meal), I felt great!
Belly pics for week six:
However, I knew I was a long way from feeling secure in the pregnancy. I needed to have another positive test in one week before the LIFE study considered the pregnancy a done deal.
Fortunately, week six yielded another positive test, and unlike my first pregnancy, that week I had no problems or discomforts. Aside from being a little fatigue and bloating (nothing I wouldn't experience anyway after something like, say, a big meal), I felt great!
Belly pics for week six:
Afterward, we took a walk around town.
