UO is well over 8 weeks pregnant now. Our first OB intake is next Wednesday. I’m nervous. I’m sure everything is fine. She feels like shit. Nausea all the time. Headachy. Heartburn. Cramping. She’s irritated with everyone and everything but still (mostly) likes me.
The fact that every day that passes this becomes more and more real is crazytalk. We talk about names. We pray together every night. We’re so scared/hopeful/amazed. Probably will be…forever.
Thinking about where we want to be. We looked at a house in our budget that needed way more work than we could ever afford to do in the time we needed to do it in in order to be settled by the time the babe is here.
So we’re gonna stay here for a while and keep our dreams of state south of here been put on the backburner. But as much as I love our apt – we don’t have a washer and dryer. We don’t have a yard. We don’t have a lot of things that having a house would afford. So. Yeah. Married. Baby. New house – all within months of each other.
Ambition.
