It Hit Me (I think?)

This past weekend was amazing. We traveled to Austin to spread the wondeful news to my family and our dear friends, Ryan and Audrey. I will post with details and pictures later.

However, throughout the whole weekend, I had this constant doubt/fear in my mind that none of it was real (6 pregnancy sticks don't lie, or do they?). I didn't feel pregnant and this wasn't something we had mentally prepared for yet.

I think this is all changing now. Normally, I only get 6-7 hours of sleep a night. For the last week, however, I have been averaging 8-9 hours. I didn't think much of this until this morning when, despite getting tons more sleep, I still woke up feeling like I had been hit by a ton of bricks. And not like the feeling you get when you're getting sick. No. This is different. All I want to do is sleep. (PS - no caffeine allowed!!!!)

Baby P - You are already making me exhausted, but I know this will be worth it and that you are worth it. I can't wait to meet you and I love you already!