Surreal. Surreal. Surreal.

Here we are, struggling to actually swallow (and by swallow think large, as in sailboat) that we have a baby on the way. We're so excited, but so alarmed that we actually did this! Could it be possible? Do I have a fertile-myrtle tattoo somewhere on my body that I have been oblivious to my whole life? Does my husband have super sperm? Some days I spend time laughing that we've been so blessed, and then weirded-out that we are actually expecting a baby.

We're at 8 weeks, so we really haven't told many people (except for all of you out their reading this blog of course, but the likelihood that you actually know us, that is know us in at the very least, a "hey neighbor can we borrow some sugar" kind of way is minimal- so read on stranger.), instead we've made a habit of telling those people who we'll rarely see again. This is weird, but somehow more comforting if something were to happen to this pregnancy (God forbid). Case in point, last weekend I ran the Milwaukee Lakefront marathon. About the last 5 miles I teamed with this nice man named David. I had never met David before in my life and I learned fantastic things about him while we ran. He's run a marathon on every continent and in every state. He likes to walk them 'for fun' and thinks that his 16 minute walking miles are just too slow. I counter this plethora of information with, "my husband and I recently found out we're expecting a baby." Post event, this seems ridiculous. I'll never see David again. But now he's one more person that knows and one more person who won't care what happens to our little family good or bad. So no harm, no foul, I suppose. Nevertheless, we like spreading the news. As time goes on and we share with our families our happy news I'm sure they'll catch wind of this blog, so we apologize in advance for telling someone before you that is likely much less important than you'll be to our baby's life.