That's right, no water about it, drinking champagne will make you pregnant. At least that's apparently what it does in the Alonzo household. We were slightly shocked to find out about our little miracle...THRILLED but a little surprised. So just about 30 weeks from now, around Christmas day, our little bundle should be joining our home and blessing us with our greatest adventure. I needed 2 tests just to be sure I hadn't read the first one wrong (which I had done 2 days prior--I know...I'm blonde, forgive me). In fact, I took one on a Friday morning, thought it was negative, and threw it away. Later that day at work I told my friend Jill about it who informed me I had read it wrong (she's brunette--she gets these things quicker than me). The worst part about it was that I still wasn't sure, but I had to leave straight from work to go down to Austin for my friend Tara's bachelorette party weekend. That left me in a state of anxiety all weekend. UGH! Luckily, I enjoyed one glass of wine each night while we were there and attempted to stay "under the radar" while hoping that no one would notice Tiffany and Carolina drinking everything else that was handed to me.
I've felt great, better than I could have imagined. It's just the constant feeling of being tired that is obnoxious and the "boobs of doom." I honestly don't know how you busty women do it day in and day out. I will be a happy camper returning to my comfortable B cup when all of this is over.Luckily, I'm not going this alone. Trey has been incredible as always, but it is impossible for him to completely understand what/how I am feeling. I'm so blessed that my cousin Erin, my sweet friend, Krystal, and a few other women at work are going through this at the same time as me. Here's me and sweet Krystal out for dinner for her birthday (she's about 8 weeks ahead of me).
And here's the first belly shot. I'm almost 10 weeks at this point, so I just look like I'm really bloated--no "real" bump yet. I'm looking forward to the point where people hopefully say, "aww look at her sweet belly," and not, "did you notice Shel's put on a few pounds?" (for the record, I've only gained 3). Ugh...we'll get there. 
School is out is 6 days! Whoo-hoo! So I'm hoping that will mean I will be blogging a little more regularly. I make no guarantees. :)
Until next time, say a prayer for me, Trey, and Baby Zo and know that we're praying for you, too.
xoxo, Shel & Bert
