As time passed, slowly but surely, the days crept closer to that first appointment date when I would have my first real appointment since discovering I was pregnant. I had planned to wait until after this day to tell my family but as I suspected, my habits had changed too drastically for them not to be suspicious. The first sign was the 50 miler I would not be running. Mom knew I'd run several races on a sore knee and suspected that couldn't be the only reason. The caffeine thing was also a dead giveaway since I went from being an avid coffee drinker to hardly drinking any at all. When I did it was decaf. Those things mixed in with what I did and did not say began to make Mom and Julie suspect so that when I finally told them, they confessed to having suspicions.
It was SO FUN to finally tell them. I swore them to secrecy until the first trimester was over and then we could tell the rest of the world including Julie's kiddos. As time passed and my symptoms continued, I grew more confident in the little blueberry (week 7) growing inside. I was still so very tired and getting up to run became harder and harder so that I only met the morning crew about once a week. My breasts were still unbelievably sore and... growing. I also experienced a strange nauseous type feeling after breakfast, which lasted until lunch or afterward. I lost my appetite for coffee (which I found bizarre and unfortunate) and discovered a love for Sprite and orange juice.
Once Mom and Julie (along with Jason's parents and brother) knew our good news, I had their added prayers to my own and that gave me confidence as well. I continued to seek the balance between faith and getting my hopes up... I wanted to have faith that God had not given me this new gift only for it to go away, but I knew of so many women who had faith and had lost their first pregnancy, and I couldn't explain that to my mustard seed-sized faith.
But my heart rejoiced in sore breasts, endless tiredness, and nausea because those things meant my blueberry was still growing. I read on whattoexpect.com about my baby each week and it was fascinating. I loved telling Jason what I learned and once my family knew, I couldn't wait to talk about it with them. Every detail, every experience, every thought, every question, every worry... I couldn't wait to tell all things pregnancy to those who were almost as invested as I was in this new little life.
Needless to say, telling helped with the waiting...