I feel a little bit sick to my stomach this morning. Baby has been moving constantly, which makes me wonder if that has something to do with it.
Ever since I saw my tummy move in synch with Baby's kicks, Chad has been trying to see it too. Unfortuantley everytime I would say "Baby's moving!", the kicks would stop and Chad wouldn't get to see anything. He's already felt the baby move, but this is just the next step that we're so thrilled and in awe over.
But last night, while watching a movie in bed, he got to see it. We turned the bedside lamp onto my stomach, and waited. Baby was moving all over the place previously, and I had a really good feeling that Chad would finally be able to see it.
He did. His eyes became huge and round and his mouth opened and he started to laugh as my tummy flicked with each push and kick of our little one. Each day is like experiencing something new, and it's *so* hard to believe that we're already almost twenty weeks along. I still remember staring at the pregnancy test in complete and utter shock, waiting for someone to burst through the door and yell "Surprise!"
At my last doctor appointment I was also given some calcium chews to ensure that I'm getting enough, seeing as how I hate milk. They're supposed to taste like chocolate, but really they taste more like chalky chunks of stale caramel. Thankfully they're not too big, and I can wash most of it down with water.
I was weighed and had gained five pounds since the beginning of December. Although that seems like a little more than I should be putting on, I had lost twenty pounds the first three months, so it was great news to hear that I'm finally putting the weight back on.
Grow little baby, grow!
2008-01-09 (19 weeks)
Getting Back Into It
Today is good. My hands smell like onions because I've been getting dinner prepared using our slow cooker, which until now, has had a very safe and comfortable spot in our cupboards. I've always opted to use the oven over the slow cooker, and a few days ago I decided to buy a roast and see what would happen.
I used to make dinner every night, at least back when I could actually stand to smell everything in the kitchen. Things got a little bit hairy when I had to actually touch the roast with my bare hands as it sat there on the plate waiting to be placed into the cooker, staring at me in it's red, juicy, meaty glory. But I did it.
Today is good. My hands smell like onions.
2008-01-08 (19 weeks)
Dear Baby (January)
I saw you today.
I saw your lips, your ears, your little button nose. I saw your little arms and legs kicking and punching to a beat that only you could hear. I saw your tiny fingers moving as though you were playing an invisible instrument. I hope that means you'll like to play guitar like your Mommy. I think you'd be great at it. I think you'll be great at everything you try.
I can feel you kicking all the time now, and I've been walking around with a goofy smile on my face for days now. For months I've been so sick, so incredibly sick, that sometimes I forgot exactly what I was doing it for. I always knew that it was for you, but when I saw you today I really remembered.
I know what parents mean now when they say that they would do anything for their children. It's a strange and new feeling that I've never felt until now. I've never realized how important another being could be to me, until I saw your image.
We know a few things about you already. We know that you are very active, we know that you love to roll and kick, we know that you like to stick your bum in the air, and we know that you have a big wide mouth like your Mommy and your Uncle Justin because we saw you yawn. It made me laugh.
I saw you today. And I can't wait until I can see you again in a few months.
Love
Mommy
2008-01-07 (19 weeks)
Adventures in the Bread Aisle
Tonight was a busy night. When Chad got home from work, we had planned to go grocery shopping, which frankly seemed a bit overdue considering I've been eating everything but the dog lately.
When we got to the grocery store we were relieved to see that all the Christmas bakers were finally done, and the store was somewhat peaceful again. I still remember during my first trimester, all the times that I had to send Chad to the store by himself because I couldn't stand all the smells and sights. Pickled onions? Never a good sight.
But tonight I was feeling great. I pushed the cart like a trooper, and we even walked past all the fish and smelly meats and I didn't need to bat an eye. A few times I felt myself get a little bit squeamish, like when I saw the man in front of the store spit a big gob of juice from his mouth onto the sidewalk. That is also, never a good sight.
It wasn't until my husband and I started to have a conversation about passing gas that I started to feel really ill. Apparently that's what boys and pregnant women do - talk about toots. (Especially when they're married.)
And then it happened. I felt the familiar gagging sensation, the hot flush that overtook my body, and I froze. We were standing in the bagel aisle, and there was nothing I could do.
I stared at my husband in shock and suddenly started to laugh. The look on his face was priceless and I had never seen a man turn a shopping cart full of food so quickly in my entire life, and hurry away from the scene of the crime.
But what can I say? Our lives are never dull. And besides, bagels are full of calories, and thanks to me I don't think either of us will be having one anytime soon.
