9 Weeks

This past week has been a rough one.

The nausea/queasiness seems to have let up a little bit. The exhaustion is still in full swing though.

I found out what constipation feels like. It is evil. Who knew I had such a healthy digestive system before all this. On a related note I now know what hemorrhoids are. Way more evil than constipation. If it's already this bad I have a feeling I'm in for a rough ride.

I've been a little weepy lately too. JR thinks it's hilarious. For some reason I can't eat lunch at Brueggers without wanting to cry. Usually it has something to do with what I'm reading while I eat but it's still annoying.

Last night we planned to stop at Taco Bell near the dive shop before the meeting but when we got there the building had been converted into a pizza shop. I didn't cry but I wanted to.

And later last night I started bawling during Biggest Loser. In my defense the woman was talking about how while she's on the ranch her husband is getting ready to deploy to Afghanistan and she won't see him before he leaves. So it was actually kind of sad. Maybe not as bad as my tears would have lead you to believe but it's not like I was crying because they won immunity or something.

So yeah, it's been a little rough. Hopefully it gets better.

8 Weeks! When do I start counting in months?

So I'm 8 weeks pregnant now. Spud is 1/2 inch long (the world's tiniest potato!). The website that sends me updates says baby is the size of the stone in Eva Longoria's engagement ring. Since I've never seen that in person I measured my own. Baby is now the size of the three stones in my engagement ring.
I believe Spud has also been upgraded from embryo to fetus. It's like Kindergarten graduation.

Had a pretty good example of pregnancy brain last night. I was struggling to open the toaster strudle and was swearing at it pretty vigorously. Then JR picked it up and read the side. He said "Oh, it's pregnant proof. That's why you can't open it." I'm all "huh" focusing mainly on the process of getting the toaster strudle into my mouth. He said "Like child proof."
So then I picked up the box and looked on the side to see what it said.
Awesome.

I'm pretty sure that's grounds for divorce right there.

Not to mention all the other horrible things he's said to me lately. I can't remember what they are but they're awful.

The queasiness seems to be letting up a little bit. I had one whole day where I felt not awful (just exhausted).
Since then it seems to come in waves (rather than all the time). A bit in the early morning, then again around dinner time, and again around bedtime. I think being hungry and/or tired makes it worse. So I have graham crackers by the bed and at my desk and then I try to eat something before I go to sleep.

We let a couple people know that we're trying, so now I'm fielding questions about how that's going. It's pretty funny presenting myself as hopefully optimistic when I'm already 2 months pregnant. Tee-hee-hee! This is going to be the best April Fools EVER!

7 Weeks

I'm 7 weeks today.

I'm starting to see the truth behind the pregnant ladies pee a lot rumor. I went to the bathroom and noticed that the toilet paper was getting low. So I got out a new roll thinking "I'd hate to be the next person in here and not have enough toilet paper."
Then I was the next person in there.

Rachelle's baby was born two nights ago. Claire. I think I expected something more flowery like Rachelle's name is. But I like it.

We talked about names a tiny bit. We didn't really get into boy's names but JR doesn't like my choice for a girls name. I don't like his choice for a girls name. So far so good!

Sleepy Time

Yesterday I slept for 14.5 hours. I'm kind of proud of that. I should be named an honorary cat or something.
I think we may have over done it on Saturday so I was just trying to recover on Sunday.
Not that we did that much on Saturday. We went to the dive shop to tell Joe we can't go on the trip. He's going to see about getting us our money back. He's the first person we've told. He was very happy for us.
Then we went to Target for JR's lunch and for my second lunch (I've been doubling up meals in an attempt to reduce nausea). Then Sam's club real quick and then to get our hair cuts.
After that we got gas and went home. I was too beat to go to the grocery store like we'd planned.
We just vegged at home and played Life (I am a winner at the game of Life) and then I went to bed.
But I guess it was too much since I felt like hell yesterday. I wussed out on lunch and only ate half of the sandwich JR made. Then I had toast. And for dinner I had cereal. I took a 3 hour nap in the afternoon and went to bed at 9:15.
Maybe in the future JR will have to run some errands by himself.

We're expecting!

I took the test on December 28th. The first test had a faint but visible line. I've taken two since then (figured I might as well use up the box). The results of the third test are what are in the banner at the top of the blog.

JR said he didn't need to be there for me to pee on a stick and if I wanted to I could make him dinner with baby carrots and all sorts of other baby named food like Aunt Becky did on Full House.

I decided to not wait until dinner. I made him "breakfast in bed". It was a cereal bowl full of baby cut carrots.

They were questionable though, so I told him not to eat them.

I went to the doctor on Wednesday the sixth. So far everything looks normal. They set my due date at September 2nd.

I found it weird that no one ever actually said "yup, you're pregnant." at the doctor's office. I guess the home tests must be pretty accurate. But so far the only proof I have is two pink lines and some major queasiness. I guess I'd just like them to tell me I'm not crazy or something.

It's probably the hormones.

Speaking of hormones. They're driving me crazy. I feel queasy almost all the time, except for right after I eat. So far I haven't come even close to puking, but it still sucks. I kind of expected it to be like this though. It used to be if I missed a pill I would know the next morning 'cause I'd be up puking at 6 am. Hormones seem to have a big effect on me. The expecting book also says if you get motion sick you'll probably feel it more. So I win!

We're having a baby!