I haven't had salsa in 7 weeks and . . .

I keep the oven fan running all day long . . . .
I have to avoid looking at fast food signs when I drive and I change the channel when their commercials come on . . . .
I also haven't eaten chocolate in over 7 weeks!
Did you guess yet? Many of you know already (because I have a Varsity letter in whining)- I am pregnant. And about 10 times more sick than I ever was with Odessa and Ada- which really threw me for a loop. There were a couple weeks I just felt like curling into a ball most days. Good thing the girls are so independent and Stephen so nice . . . and patient . . . and long suffering . . . .
After trying lots of alternative remedies for morning sickness, my Dr finally prescribed me some Zofran. This was heaven in a bottle. In fact, I started taking a half dose right away because a whole dose made me feel too good to be pregnant. So a bit of the nausea remains, but it's manageable. I even cook a bit! If you want to have a debate about medicated vs non-medicated pregnancies, don't leave me a comment. Feel free to call : ). It took me a little while to be ok with this decision.

We are pretty excited! We have been trying to get pregnant for a LONG time (for us). With both Odessa and Ada it was like first or second try- for real. We have been trying since May of 2009 with an 8 week miscarriage in August 2009 (maybe another blog post, but I always knew that pregnancy wasn't "quite right"and wasn't shocked to miscarry although I was shocked by the hormonal aftermath it created.) So you can imagine our surprise each month when it still didn't happen.
But ok, now I am due in April (again) and all seems very well. In fact, too well. I am super sick and my tummy is SUPER big. Already. Not cool. In fact, before we even told the girls, Ada asked me why my tummy was so big: "do you have a baby in there?" she asked. Sheesh! They have been SO SWEET. They include me in every prayer "bless mommy to feel better" even in front of the entire primary at an activity after which several teachers turned to smile at me. Secret out? Not sure. The girls would also draw me special get well drawings, bring me blankets and cover me up . . . . they will make great mini-moms.
We officially told them last night . . . starting with a book about becoming a big sister we used when Ada was born.
Me: Ada, what you need to be a big sister?
Ada: . . . . . . . to be four?
Me: No, not really- Odessa was a big sister when she was 1 and a half years old! What do you have to have to be a big sister?
Ada: . . . . . grown up?
Stephen: No . . . . what does our family have to get, to have, for Ada to become a big sister (pointing now to the baby in the book).
Odessa: (lighting up like a Christmas tree) WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!!!!

And then the pandemonium broke loose. Ada spent much of the night being a dog and then a baby. Despite her months of wanting a baby so badly, I think she has realized she might have some competition once one actually arrives. Odessa was just thrilled- I couldn't get her to stop rubbing my belly. She even crawled into bed with me this morning and asked if I had grown bigger from last night. Great. I am excited to take them to my next appointment and have them hear the heartbeat. When I first heard it was the moment I think I let myself really believe I was pregnant.
As for our anniversary- it was de ja vousish for us. I also had morning sickness on our second anniversary and we ended up eating at a Greek restaurant that night. For this anniversary, I had a Groupon for (you guessed it) a nice Greek restaurant. I am not really TRYING to solidify never wanting to eat greek food again in my life, but if you have to pick a type of food . . . well you can't hate Italian food for the rest of your life!