The hardest thing for me to give up is:
I was hoping/planning to go skydiving for my birthday this year if we weren't pregnant by then. Now that we are having a baby, I'm obviously way happier about that, but still... I did really want to go skydiving. We were also hoping/planning to go to Hawaii and Israel in the next year or so, and I wonder now if we will ever use all these airmiles we've accumulated!
This month I told:
The first people we told were Keith's parents. I kept dropping hints at dinner with them about not being able to drink wine anymore and gaining 25 pounds between now and Christmas, but they totally missed it! Eventually, we repeated all the hints we'd given so far in a sort of "are you picking up on this now" kind of way and, of course, they got very excited.
They reacted by:
Everyone we've told has been pretty excited. My favorites have been telling our siblings... they have been the most excited, I think. I actually didn't expect people to be as excited as they are, so I am enjoying that.
This month at my prenatal visit I learned that:
I haven't had a prenatal visit, but we visited the birth center to confirm if that's where we want to do all this prenatal & birth stuff. We learned that their birthing philosophy is very much in line with ours, and we realized that we might opt for a homebirth (with their aid) after all. We also learned that we could do an HCG test if we'd like to see whether or not we are likely to miscarry... but we have opted not to do that, as we really feel like it is a fear thing rather than a faith thing... and what would we do if it says we're likely to miscarry? The right decision for us right now is to just trust the Lord with this baby and believe in faith that he or she will remain healthy and firmly implanted.
New pregnancy symptoms I had this month:
I am unendingly hungry. My stomach feels like a bottomless cavern of ravenous starvation. I wake up at night and early in the morning because I am hungry. Annoyingly, though, absolutely nothing appeals to me. Just looking at food makes me feel nauseous and miserable. I have basically been force-feeding myself, and that seems to be working alright, but it's not very much fun.
My hopes:
My ultimate desire for this pregnancy is that we have a healthy little baby who grows up to love the Lord. I'd also love it if we could somehow pay off all our debts before this baby is born, if I can exercise the right amount, and if I can continue to be not-too-nauseated.
My fears:
I'm not fearful about it, but I wouldn't mind not feeling any sicker.
