The Announcement

There is nothing more exciting to take a pregnancy test (or five) and realize that you are pregnant! It's a happy moment - which is then promptly shut down by all the books, blogs, websites and innocent bystanders insisting that you keep this a secret for two more months. TWO MONTHS! Well - were weren't quite that good. We let our immediate family in on our little secret with the use of the below image that was delivered in a picture frame to our parents, brothers and sisters (in hindsight we are sad we didn't video tape reactions because they were way better than we anticipated).

 

All was running on course, our first Doctors appointment went smoothly, we saw the heartbeat and learned everything was going well around 9 weeks. Even with the news we had planned to stay true to the 1st trimester rule. That was until Baby Fish decided otherwise:

11 weeks and Hood to Coast weekend (an annual relay in Oregon where a team will run from Mt Hood to Seaside Beach). I had agreed to drive down and get Brett and Kim after the run with my trusty assistants at my side (a 3 year old Goldendoodle named Huck and a exuberant 9 year old niece Olivia).  We were on time - the runners - about an hour or so late. No big deal - we are at the beach! So we walk around, take in all the sights, get sand everywhere and Olivia even teaches Huck how to dig in the sand (a new skill we are hoping doesn't translate to our garden). The runners arrive, we drive back the hour and a half drive with just enough time to change clothes and head over to their cousin Katie's wedding.

Side Note: Baby Fish has decided that he/she has a very particular eating and drinking schedule - every two hours. When not appeased we lovingly refer to what happens "The Beast."

The wedding was a beautiful Portland wedding in the middle of Alberta Park on a sunny/slightly scorching day. As we are all standing around watching the ceremony unfold The Beast starts to reveal itself. I start feeling a bit light headed - assuming it is from the heat Brett and I move to the back where I let Brett know I'm "not feeling so well." A few seconds later I collapse into Brett and he calls for his Dad for help bringing attention to a little situation I was trying to keep hidden from the rest of the guests. Upon waking up in a chair that had manifested itself out of thin air (thank you Barb) a doctor who had been attending the wedding starts asking me all kinds of questions "are you diabetic, are you...." in a haze I finally just look up at her and say - "no, I'm just pregnant." We spent the rest of the wedding accepting congratulatory kisses, hugs and belly pats from Aunts, Uncles and cousins. Apparently you can't plan everything to happen the way you see fit.

The girls in New York have declared that we will definitely be having a girl - since only a girl would be diva enough to try and steal the spotlight from the bride - what do you think?!