Exciting News!

We are so excited to finally share the news that I’m pregnant! I just started my twelfth week, and Baby Alcala will be here around May 12.We just got back from the doctor. We didn't get to hear the heart beating because he/she was hiding. We did get to do an ultrasound and see the heart beating and the legs kicking. The doctor said everything looked great!

We are going to find out the sex the week before Christmas. My super organizational, slightly OCD being needs to know. I. Must. Plan.

If I had to put money on it, I would say I’m having a boy. So much so that I will be in complete shock if I found out it is a girl. Eli thinks he wants a girl, even though I explained to him how much trouble we are. I would think being married to me would be lesson number one. I am kind of leaning towards wanting a boy, because I fear I will have a girl who loves pretty pink princesses and ballerinas. Nothing wrong with any of that, but I would be so far out of my element. Let’s face it, once a tomboy, always a tomboy. Obviously, we will be thrilled with whatever God has in store for us.

One problem I foresee is this child is going to be so spoiled. I can’t even explain the level of spoiled this child is going to be. You see, this is the first grandchild on both sides. All four parents are in their 50s and have long been hinting at how nice a grandbaby would be. Somewhere along the way, the granddog stopped being good enough.  Plus, Eli and I both have siblings that are excited to be aunts and a brother-in-law who will be a great uncle. Eli’s sister has already told me not to buy any books for the baby, because she will cover the essentials for the library. I got a text from her husband (the great uncle-to-be) that wanted to know what children’s movies I already own. My sister, the great bargain hunter, can hardly wait to start shopping. Throw in a lot of friends who have already offered to babysit (we’ll see if that promise holds up) and spoil him or her, and this child is already rotten.

Speaking of spoiled … I might be a little. Eli has by far surpassed my dreams of what a husband should be. He has always possessed qualities I wish I had in myself. The past few months have not been easy (even though he won’t admit it). I have been sick most of the time. The worst of my morning sickness is at night. That means the few hours he gets to see me, I feel like dog doo. He has been taking care of everything you can imagine. He now does the grocery shopping, because I have awful food aversions. The one time I went I wasn’t able to eat any of the food we bought. He has let me pick every meal for this same reason. He has taken care of me completely. As I type, delete and retype this paragraph, I know I’m not doing him justice. He eases my fears about having a baby. Above all, I have no concerns about what kind of father he will be.

That’s all I have for now. By now my Facebook post announcing this has probably started drifting around the office, so I expect squeals shortly. I have a lot more I want to tell you about, but I think this is enough for now. I will be blogging about the journey along the way. I know a lot of you enjoy my blog due to my honesty. I will do my best to stick to that. As usual, no promises that I won’t have a few TMI moments. Hey, it’s part of why you love me.