5 Weeks :: Before I could tell anyone. And obviously I was bursting at the seams.

Written on 6/2/11... a whole day after the positive pregnancy test.
Holy shit holy shit holy shit.  HOLY. SHIT. So I never dreamed I would be keeping this secret so soon. I feel blessed, scared, anxious, exhausted, scared, loved, surprised, scared. Did I mention scared? We've only told Tyler's mom and when we I (Tyler has just been radiating HAPPY) expressed these feelings she said, "I'm going to let you know now, you're never truly ready." I resisted the urge to tell her that we are definitely less ready than any other couple to ever have a baby (excluding all of those 16 and pregnant chicks and maybe crack whores). Can I blame my exaggeration on pregnant brain yet?

Tyler swears I'm getting a baby belly, I have to keep reminding him that I have yet to get rid of my winter coat and that, in fact, is just fat. I'm tired all the time. But since I'm still at the beginning of my month off I'm trying to decide if I am truly exhausted or it's all a ploy in my head to be able to sleep all day.

How far along? 5 weeks!

look! apple seed visual!

Size of baby: I read something that said baby is the size of an apple seed. (I skipped ahead to look at the other weeks, apparently I can expect more of these vegetable/fruit comparisons?)
Total weight gain/loss: Nada.
Stretch marks? No...please stay no.
Sleep: Ok. Not the greatest. But mid-afternoon naps are pretty bomb.
Best moment this week: Um. I guess when I took that second pregnancy test and reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I'm going to be a mother. HOLY SHIT.
Movement: Um, no. That little apple seed is stationery for now.
Food cravings: Nope.
Sex: Not yet...
Labor Signs: Uh, no.
Belly Button in or out? In and staying that way if I have anything to do with it.
What I miss: COFFEE. I'm literally dying.
What I am looking forward to: Our first appointment, which isn't until mid-July. (they don't schedule appointments until week 10? I have a lot to learn.)
Weekly Wisdom: When you find out you're pregnant saying holy shit* and crying like a maniac tends to freak your significant other out. So try to control that.
Milestones: None. Unless laying around all day watching Millionaire Matchmaker counts.

*I say 'holy shit' a lot. Do I have to change that now?