Well hi there!
So it’s been about…oh…seven weeks or so since I mentioned anything about this whole “being pregnant” thing. Oh yeah, that. So here’s how it has been going:
Exhaustion. Puking. Nausea. Nausea. Puking. Exhaustion. Lots more puking. Oh god eat everything. Puking. Exhaustion. Puking. Thank you god for Zofran! Exhaustion. Nausea. Nausea….you get the idea. Throw in taking care of two small children and occasionally going to work and you get the whole picture. The heat of summer only serves to make the
morning all day sickness worse, and I find myself literally counting the days until Fall arrives.
Honestly? I don’t even think about the baby most of the time. I think about the nausea ALL THE TIME (it is ever-present, even when taking ondansetron around the clock). I automatically avoid alcohol and fish with too much mercury. I do the things I’m supposed to and avoid the things I’m not supposed to do. I just don’t actually think about the reason for all these things much. I guess I’ve just been preoccupied with everything else in my life. Plus, that constant nausea just really saps your entire will to live and ability to care about anything that isn’t immediately life-threatening.
However, there have been a few fun, quintessential pregnancy moments. Telling our families, of course. Telling the girls was fun too. We made paper-doll chains of a pregnant woman with a big belly and of little boys and girls. Then we colored the boys and girls with all different colors of hair and eyes, different types of clothes. We sat the girls down and told them there was a baby growing inside mommy. Then we showed them the paper doll chains and talked about how mommy’s belly will get really big and how we don’t know what the baby will look like or if it will be a boy or a girl. Zoey was super-excited and immediately started hugging and kissing my belly and talking to the baby. “I love you so much, baby!” I just about cried.
The ultrasound to confirm due date was fun too. Nothing too exciting, since it still just looked like a nugget, but I do always find it reassuring to see that beautiful, strong heartbeat. And to confirm that there really is just ONE baby in there (I live in mortal fear of having twins).
My belly is also freakishly large already for someone still in the first trimester. Apparently that is what happens when you’re on your third child, have no ab muscles to speak of and a strong penchant for donuts. Oh well. At least I can feel justified in wearing the maternity pants already. Right? Right???