Sincerely 'Fro Me to You-A Velveteen Pregnancy

Welcome to Sincerely 'Fro Me To You! I'm so glad you're here.  It wouldn't be as fun without you. And I mean that in all sincerity.  My week is a lot funnier when you play along...not that I laugh at you or anything.

After a couple of years of marriage, I got the itch.

You know the one.  

I wanted a baby.

We scratched that itch for about a year with no luck.  We started infertility treatments and continued down that painful road for another two years.  {Sidenote: A special thank you to my hubby for putting up with my multiple personalities during this time.  One medication in particular, caused out-of-body experiences in which I laughed at things that weren't funny.  In public.  Fun times, I tell you! }

We were on staff at a church during that time and were bombarded with advice on conceiving, including but not limited to my very favorite: "Have you tried a coffee enema yet?"

Um, no.

Once we exhausted our insurance, we started down the road to adoption.  We proved we would be suitable parents with our HIV tests and Home study.  And then we waited.  And waited.  And waited, some more.

That's when I got pregnant.

And please do not say it was because I finally relaxed! 

With every pregnancy symptom I experienced, my hubby would cheerfully say, "Aren't you excited?"

Um, yeah, let me wipe the vomit off my chin.

Hip, Hip Hooray.

I had a great pregnancy and gained more than 50 pounds, but less than 100.  As I neared my due date, I had one outfit that fit nicely.  One.  It was green and velveteen.

I went 9 days past my December 31st due date.

I burned that horrid velveteen outfit.

And I'm pretty sure right before my hubby snapped this picture he said something like, "Aren't you glad you're getting huge?  That means a healthier baby!"

Hip, Hip Hooray.