Tomorrow will mark week number twelve, of my pregnancy. (Or fourteen, if you prefer to count with the doctors.) I'm thrilled, because this means that my first trimester is coming to a rapid close, which I couldn't be more excited about. Miscarriages drop 65%, and if you're a paranoid pregnant lady like me, this is wonderful news.
It's really hard to believe that this experience is already finishing the first chapter, especially since it seems like just yesterday I was staring in shock at the little "plus sign" on the pregnancy test. So far, it's been an interesting cycle of ups and downs; and I am very aware that I'm not quite finished yet.
Obviously morning sickness has been a huge difficultly for me. As I found out, very few women in my family were sick while they were pregnant, which was a huge shock for me. I think one of the hardest things about being so ill, is the inability to carry out your days normally.
Taking a shower or a bath on the best of days, is very tiring. Combine the usual lack of energy that comes with the territory, to the increased lack of energy due to the constant vomitting; and you have a recipie for a human vegetable. That's pretty much what I've felt like in the past few weeks, and I cannot lie and say I have not broken down emotionally - once, or twice, or a million times.
I did make the decision not to go onto the nausea medication, which was reccomended to us several times considering my loss of weight and inability to eat food through a day. But It wasn't really a hard choice for me, and I'm still very glad I decided against the pills.
Instead, I opted for other things that I was told might help. Ginger candy, ginger beer, saltine crackers, lots of sleep, little meals, cinnamon, and nausea bracelets were among a few of them. As grateful as I am to everyone for thinking of me, and suggesting these things; none of them helped. My pregnant body, when it wanted to be queasy, was going to be queasy. When it wanted to throw up whatever I had ingested, it was going to throw it up. And nothing I smelt, drank, ate, or wore was going to change that.
I sincerely hope that some of these things are able to help someone out there; it just hasn't yet been me.
Mostly, I'm just very thankful that I have an incredible support system of friends, and family. It's been an overwhelming process, and while I've never been happier to know that I'm doing this for my baby, I know I couldn't really do it without them. So when tomorrow comes, I'll be marking it on my calander, and looking ever more forward to June when we will finally meet our precious bundle.
And if I'm still sick in the meantime, it's okay. Because I know that my husband will faithfully remind me that I'm beautiful, right after I throw up.
2007-11-30 (13 weeks)
Right Behind the Mac's
Ever since Chad and I started to date, we had been hearing all sorts of quips and jokes about the fact that I'm from a city, which just happens to be the rival hockey team to Chad's. His friends would laugh, tease us, elbow him in the ribs and constantly remind us that we were brave.
When we became engaged, the teasing only increased. I mean how in the world could someone from my city, the city with the hockey players that wore blue, ever fall in love with someone from the city where the hockey players wore red? Was it even possible? And if so, what was going to happen if we ever had kids?
My parents are both avid hockey fans, and my Mom especially enjoyed harrassing my husband that his soon-to-be child was going to certainly be wearing the colors of my old hometown team. Chad would always laugh, shake his head, and really never have too much to say except, "We'll see."
Today Chad went to the store to buy a cable for our new computer printer, a store full of computers and iPods, and cd's and movies. So when he came home with a surprise for the baby, the only thing I could ask myself was, Which Computer Store Did He Go To?
2007-11-29 (13 weeks)
Back From Our Trip
"Mom, do you here that?"
It was late, we were sleeping, and something had just woken me up. We had spent the day touring beautiful Victoria, and now the only thing my pregnant body wanted to do was sleep. And just as I was slowly drifting off, something in the next room filtered into my sleep and forced my eyes back open.
Mom lifted her head, groggy from sleep, and turned her focus to the wall and the adjoining hotel room from which the sounds were coming from.
"What is that woman saying?!" she asked me aloud. "Is she saying, uhhh - uhhhh - uhhh - uhhhh - uhhh?!?!"
And that is exactly why, it's great to be back home.
2007-11-21 (12 weeks)
Slightly Disgusting
Last night I was sick. Very, very sick.
And as I stumbled into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water, my husband looked up and smiled at me.
"Do you want to know something kind of gross?" he asked. "I was going to tell you while you were in the bathroom, but I didn't think it was very good timing."
A million disgusting embarrassing things started going through my mind.
"Uhm, what?" I replied, carefully. I wasn't sure if hearing about something gross right after I was sick in the bathroom was a good idea.
"Well..." he paused, and gazed down at our black poodle who was happily wagging his tail beneath our feet. "You kind of overshot the toilet, and the dog cleaned up after you."
I stared in silenced shock and disgust, first at my husband and then at my dog.
"You ate my puke?!"
And as if Bandit knew exactly what we were talking about, he laid down on the floor lowered his head, and let out a strangled whimper as if to say,
