We've had a full house this weekend, and it's actually been really nice. I love the loud sound of conversation, laughter, dishes clinking in the kitchen and knowing that there's always someone around who will sympathize with me when I complain about not feeling well. Because let's be honest. If you have to be sick, you may as well get some enjoyment out of it, right?
I go for my first prenatal visit this Wednesday, and I'm really anxious. I'm not thrilled about the blood tests, or the needles, and I certainly am not looking forward to peeing in a cup again - but I really want to hear the baby's heart beat, and I wanted to hear it like, yesterday.
But despite being really busy and trying to cope with my relentless morning sickness; something happened today that made me forget about everything.
I felt the baby move.
It was one of those moments in life that you will never forget, and you can never really explain what it feels like to anyone until they themselves are able to experience it as well. All I can really say was that it was amazing. And I really, really, really want to hear the heartbeat.
2007-11-07 (10 weeks)
Fingers, Toes, and Where's My Breakfast?
Yesterday, I thought I was going to die. Or rather, I was hoping that somewhere between the lines of fishing my toes out of the toilet bowl and lying across the bathroom floor praying that I would just melt into it; Iwanted someone to just do me in.
Chad keeps saying that this is just an experience which will prepare me for having to clean up after our children when they are sick. This comment usually results in my raised eyebrow in his direction, because the last time I checked there was just one baby growing, and if he is implying I shall be doing this more than once than I cannot wait for the delivery room where I will be certainly taking hold of his hand.
I suppose the most dissapointing thing about getting so sick yesterday, was realizing that I'm not quite done with this morning sickness stuff. I was so eager to be through it, to be over it, to be one of those lucky women that don't really ever get sick. At all. And people keep assuring me that if you're really sick, it means the baby is getting all the nutrients out of your body and that's a really good thing, and I should be very happy about this, okay? And I am. I really am glad that my baby is sucking every possible nutrient and protien out of my body that it possibly can so that my face is spending an unnatural amount of time in a place it was never meant to be. And I know that if I ever gave birth to a baby with only three fingers and two toes I would curse the moment I started to feel better, back in my tenth week of pregnancy, and I would give anything to go back and be so sick that my nose folded inside out and my ears shrunk.
So, my Little Baby Herm, please feel free to grow all your fingers and toes.
Every single one. I'm ready, again.
2007-11-06 (10 weeks)
In the Eye of the Beholder If there is one thing I had to pick about being pregnant that I highly disliked; it's the part where all your favorite foods no longer matter anymore. It's up to Pregnancy Hormone, to decide your fate, and exactly which foods will be on that list for the next nine months.
Yogurt, is apparently not on my list anymore. This is incredibly frustrating for me as I really, really, really do love it. I love every kind, every flavor, and can eat it with pretty much anything added to it. At least...I used to.
But the thing I've come to realize about not being able to eat your favorite foods anymore, is that this does not just bother the pregnant woman during her morning sickness stage. This is a rule that the Pregnancy Hormone lives by, no matter what or where or how far along she is.
And that just sucks.
Last night I had a dream that I had given birth to my little baby. It was (drum roll, please) a little girl. With lots of dark hair only on her head, (I need to clarify this for my Father who I'm sure would make some sort of quip about me giving birth to a Monkey); and big blue eyes. She was cute. And aside from the fact that the further along my dream went, the more my baby started to resemble a little barbie doll - I had no problems at all. Breastfeeding? Easy. In fact, I didn't even feel it. Changing her diapers? Not a problem. My baby didn't even poop.
And even when someone in my dream came to visit me and had the cutest fluffy baby sleeper, and then informed me that it was not in fact for my baby and could I please take it off? I didn't even care. Sure! I said. Here you go! I replied. Because I had lots more clothes for my baby, and I didn't need their fluffy warm baby sleepers for other people's babys. I had the best baby in the whole world. She was perfect.
And then I woke up, and tried to eat my yogurt, and I felt sick to my stomach and that familiar burn returned which has been missing for days...and I was reminded of the violent sickness that I've been going through the past couple of weeks. I thought about my dream, and my barbie doll baby, and I couldn't help but laugh. I have no doubt that my Baby is going to poop, scream, cry, stay up during the night and make me feel like a walking/breast-feeding zombie.
But there is one thing I'm sure about. My baby will still be the best baby in the whole world. And my baby will be perfect.
2007-11-05 (10 weeks)
10 Weeks, and Counting
I have some wonderful news. My morning sickness seems to have eased up, considerably. In fact, November 1st seemed to be the day that everything started to get better. And it's only gone up from there.
I haven't shared my secrets with the toilet bowl in days, which feels like a huge accomplishment, especially since everyone kept telling me that since my Mom was sick for the entire nine-months of her pregnancy; that I would probably be the same way. But aside from the occasional bouts of nausea, and the incredible hot-flashes that make my husband stop a few feet away from me and say, "Wow. I can feel your heat radiating from here." - I am fine.
This weekend was extremley fun. My parents came down, and I finally was able to feel well enough to get my eyebrows waxed, which I hadn't done since the wedding. (Two Months ago.) So I'm sure you can only imagine the dire situation they were in, beginning to resemble something along the lines of this guy.
My Mom and Dad were also kind enough to make us a big turkey dinner Saturday evening, which was so good that I'm still having the leftover mashed patato's and gravy for breakfast.
I will be posting an updated tummy picture very soon, especially since we are buying a new fancy camera this week, which I'm so thrilled about that I forsee a lot of pictures of my stomach and my dog.
And maybe a couple pictures of those mashed patato's.
