It's a bird. It's a plane. It's a baby!

Yep, we're having a baby. A real, live,  human baby. A baby whose heart beats strong and steady at 162 bpms. Like a champ. A baby who slept through the entire ultrasound...with his/her hand on his/her forehead. Sometimes I sleep like that--Casey tells me that anyways. So the baby really is mine. And I decided the baby was tired from our workout that morning and needed a nap. And that's why the baby wasn't swimming around...maybe next time, Baby K.


We're just over 13 weeks. Our baby is the size of a peach. I like peaches. So I like that.


I don't have a baby bump yet. I know most first-timers don't at 13 weeks...I think I look huge though. In my minds-eye I look at least 24 weeks pregnant. And then sometimes, I look down and wonder where my bump is...am I even really pregnant? (I didn't say any of my thought processes made sense.)


I found out the big news May 31st...after 3 tests. I obviously wasn't convinced. That's the day Brooks and Boone found out too. I had to tell someone! And I knew they'd keep my secret. I asked them if they were excited about being big sisters. They said yes. I told Casey June 1. He was so shocked and ecstatic he sat on the floor of our closet in his underwear for like 15 minutes. I should've taken a picture of that. Talk about a missed opportunity.

I literally couldn't believe I was actually pregnant for the first 10 weeks...even after the first ultrasound. I mean I'm just a kid. I can't have a baby. Besides I already have two babies. Fur babies. And now I'm responsible for a human life too? Oh my stars. The nausea, boob pain, tiredness, frequent peeing told me otherwise...I for real am going to have a baby. I'm going to be a mom of 3. This is happening.

Things that I'm craving...don't judge me. Please don't judge me. And don't ask questions.

• Dunkin Donuts blueberry cake munchkins
• Grapes, watermelon, strawberries
• Cucumber sushi rolls
• Fruit smoothies or protein smoothies
• McDonald's cheeseburger...not a regular cheeseburger. The gross out ones from Mickey D's. The ones that are flat as a pancake and look like a truck ran over them. With the old pickles and bun that's lopsided and cheese that's awkwardly placed on a patty with a blob of ketchup that I haven't had since I was 5 when I got a happy meal with a pound puppy inside. That cheeseburger.
• Hardee's cinnamon raisin rolls with icing
• BK french toast sticks
• Shoestring french fries. Not waffle fries. Not steak fries. Not seasoned fries. Shoestring french fries.
• Taco Bell bean burrito. Simple little tortilla with refried beans and melted cheese.

This is disgusting, right? I told you not to judge me. I'm so embarrassed. I shouldn't have said anything. I hate fast food. Normally I'm never even tempted by fast food. In all honesty, scouts honor. The billboards don't phase me and the smells wafting into my car typically disgust me more than words. The only cravings I've actually given into thus far are the munchkins and the cucumber rolls. They're so refreshing. The cucumber rolls, not the munchkins. On second thought, the munchkins are refreshing too. And of course the fruit and the smoothies. I'll eat fruit all freakin day long. Don't challenge me. And the munchkins are so small, they practically don't count, right? My goal is not to give in to any of the other items on the list. And if I do, I vow to only give in once to each item. We'll see how I do. It's funny because they are all items I had occasionally (and when I say occasionally I mean when pigs fly) as a kid and have never wanted since. Hmmm. What does all this mean??

I'm still running most days. The other days I cross train. The baby likes to work out. I can tell. I have no plans to stop really. For the baby--and for my own sanity if we're being completely honest here. Come January 30, that baby is going to slide right out. What now?

Last week, the baby got hungry after 30 minutes on the treadmill. This is so new to me. What do I do? Usually when you get hungry, it's like whatevs. You know? You do what you can. When this baby gets hungry, it just hits you like a 90 mph baseball in the nose. Like there's a hole in your stomach. Food. Now. This concept is crazy to me. I tried to distract the baby so I could finish. Do I need to start bringing snacks to the gym now? Is that inappropriate?

So here's my question for you. When can I start wearing my "Running for Two" tank top to the the gym? Do I have to wait till I actually start showing? Are people going to be reading my boobs shirt anyhow? In which case, it wouldn't even matter when I wear the shirt if people aren't looking at me...it's not like I think I'm famous or anything.

Okay, that's enough of my announcement for now. Legit, Casey and I are stoked. Casey is gonna be THE BEST dad. And the girls are gonna be fabulous big sisters.