so, about this pregnancy thing...

First things first, as you can imagine my last post created a frenzy of comments on Facebook, Twitter, and the blog. Thank you so much to all of you for all of the congratulations... it's so amazing to see how much our baby is loved already, 6 months before he or she even enters the world!
Now that we've broke the news... let me tell you a little bit about my experience so far with this joyously nauseating thing they call pregnancy.

I've learnt a lot over the past few months, and this is only the beginning.

First things first, I'll admit that since I am one of those fortunate people who "never get sick", I assumed I'd be safe from the perils of morning sickness. I was wrong, oh so wrong. I was so unprepared for days of nausea and insane food aversions. Things that I'd normally eat every single day suddenly looked as appealing as chowing down on dog poop. My healthy diet?! Gone, out the window, just as I'd always sworn would never happen when I got pregnant. I'd promised myself that I wouldn't use the pregnancy excuse, I'd continue eating healthy and gain only the minimum necessary weight. Bring on the cheeseburgers... they make me feel so much better than anything paleo.  We had such high hopes for our New Year's resolutions... but they lasted less than a week.

So how is it being a pregnant flight attendant, you ask? This might be the only time in the past 4 years that I've actually dreaded going to work every single day. A little bit of turbulence and I'm on guard to steal the nearest sick bag from a passenger and use it for myself.  It's such a glamorous life that I lead...

I've spent the past 2 months looking forward to finally admitting the reason for being so slow and slightly incompetent at work.  Any longer and I'd probably have a pretty bad reputation for being that girl who hides in the galley drinking ginger ale whenever possible to do so.

Overnight flights are especially fun when your doctor tells you that you must restrict your caffeine intake. I'm tired enough being awake at normal human times. I've come to appreciate the art of napping. It's my new favourite activity.

Don't even get me started on my mood swings. I've always been somewhat of an emotional roller coaster.... but lately I'm crossing my fingers that my husband will understand that it's the hormones that are grumpy and mad at him, not me.  I can't be reasoned with... believe me, I've tried. If something doesn't go my way, I'm going to cry, because all of a sudden I've become a 4 year old all over again.  Oh, and sappy TV shows or even commercials with puppies?! I'll be bawling, guaranteed.

In saying all of this, the good outweighs the bad. In 6 months we'll have a beautiful new baby to bring home and keep for ourselves! My husband is going to make an amazing dad, and my puppy will welcome his new sibling with lots of cuddles. My heart is happy, and that is all that matters.

We can't wait to meet you, little Shippelt!