Update:

1) I'M TIRED!!
2) I'M HUNGRY!!
3) OH MY GOD I DIDN'T HAVE TO PEE BEFORE BUT NOW I HAVE TO GO!!!

And that's about it.

Mi papi is dando besos a frijolito every chance he can get and I love it. A kiss good morning, a kiss goodbye when he leaves for work, a kiss hi when he gets back, and a kiss goodnight. And all of the I Love You kisses in between. He talks to the baby a lot too. He'll put his face up to my lower belly and talk right into my skin. Frijolito, I hope you understand all those muffled I Love You's!

One time, he joked that if he talked directly into my belly button, that Frijolito would be able to hear him perfectly, like it were some kind of microphone. He is already such a good daddy.

Let's see... How many weeks along am I? My mom and my friend say that the doctor starts counting from the last day of your last period. Mine was December 20th and today is February 11th, which would make me about 7.5 weeks along.

BUT, we took the winning test on February 1st, and five days before that I took a negative test... That would put me at only like 2 weeks along. I wonder what the doctor will say.

Either way, I can't wait until I'm showing!

Before Picture:

I decided to take a Before Picture. That is, before Frijolito makes me all pansona. It's okay Frijolito! I forgive you!

Picture Post!!

Daddy after le dije que I'm Pregnant:



A kiss on the cheek for Papi ("Buen trabajo, Papi!"):



And finally, Papi got the baby in the Rosco de Reyes cake! No wonder we're pregnant! ;)

Okay, So Here's How it Went Down:

About five days ago, I took one of those One Line = Boo, Two Lines = Awesome! pregnancy test jobbies, and just the same as all the others, it gave me one line. Disappointment. But I waited until yesterday morning, and I took the other one that came in the package. I did just what I always do:

1) Open package very carefully (one time I opened it too fast and it fell in the toilet... I've done that with my Last Tampon, too)

2) Try not to accidentally go pee while you take off the protective cover and get ready to take the test (I've done this before too... Talk about a blonde moment)

3) Hold the test with the Results Window facing away from your body and pee on the test tip for five seconds

4) Wipe the test off gently and lay it on the floor

5) Wait, hunched over, for the results...

6) Get all "I knew it. Lame." when there's only one line

BUT WAIT! There were TWO LINES! But... wait... is that a second line? It's a lot fainter than the other one. That other one shows up no matter what, so it's bound to be bright and solid. Let's look at the test directions... Nope, in the picture they're the same intensity, but then again it's just a drawing, it isn't a photo or anything.

I stewed over this crap all day. Here's a (blurry) picture of the evidence:



Then that afternoon, I thought, okay, this is going to take some Googling.

Sweet.

We went and bought the twenty-dollar tests that tell you straight up "Pregnant" or "NotPregnant" and as you saw from yesterday, we're Pregnant!

Frijolito! You're finally here!

I'll Let My Camera Do the Talking.

A Little Bit About Us.

My Man and I are trying really hard to have a baby. As he would say, "We're working extra hours." People ask me all the time, since they know that we're getting married in two weeks, "So are y'all trying to have a baby?" I always reply, "Well, we're not NOT trying..." I mean we do it all the time, and we don't use any kind of protection, so I figured that oughtta do the trick, but apparently it takes a little more finesse because no hay frijolito.

And now for a mini-desription of us:

We live in Texas, where in between working our asses off, we watch movies and talk about how disorganized our apartment is. When he's at work and I'm home, I knit like a madman.

PS: We really want a baby.

A picture? Well, alright:

Okay, So Not Yet.

We're not exactly pregnant yet, but I decided to start this website (or blaahg, if you will) despite the distinct lack of frijolito in my barrigita. After all, my regla hasn't come in five whole weeks, and I mean who knows, frijolito might just be creciendo, waiting to reveal itself in the form of Pink Stripe Number Two, which I have so hoped for on many occasions, hunched over, staring down at the plastic stick on the floor in front of me, only to give up when eight minutes have passed and still no sign of life.

So, perhaps me starting this blaahg is a way for me to say, "Hey, Frijolito, we're ready for you, partner, we want you to start growing so that we can sing to you, and kiss you, and hug you all right through my belly, and take pictures of how chubby you're making me, and write all about you on this here site."

Right on.