Making Progress

I think, at least.  I believe I'm in my 8th week now, which seems to be an eternity both from the beginning and end of this pregnancy.  I'm so happy to have made it this far, despite the pretty brutal "morning" sickness, heartburn, dizziness, food aversions, and now smell sensitivity.  It's been rough, folks, but hopefully in the next few weeks things will start to calm down.  (Did you hear that, bee??  Give me a break!)  How can something the size of a kidney bean cause so much disruption?  It blows my mind.  The big news is that my first ultrasoud is coming up a week from today (Oct. 4) and should give us some reassurance about the health of the pregnancy (knock on wood).  I can't wait to see the first pictures of the bee!

I feel like I've already started nesting, having created a mile-long to-do and to-buy list this weekend that will probably never get done/bought.  It doesn't even have any baby-related things on it yet!  High on the list is buying our first house, but it remains to be seen whether that will happen before the bee's arrival.  We can dream...

The hubs is working late tonight, the first of what will likely be many more late-night office trips.  I wish he could have more time at home and to himself, but I guess being a lawyer doesn't have much to do with not working.  Hopefully the bee won't experience too much of this over the years.

On that slightly wah-wah note, off to bed.

Carbs and Sugar

That's what I'm calling this blog because that's all I've been able to eat for the past couple of weeks, thanks to you, Baby Bee. I'm confounded by the fact that I'm supposed to be eating nothing but the healthiest, purest, organic-est non-processed food and yet I'm completely disgusted by vegetables, meat, most fruits, and anything that doesn't come in a box with bright colors.  I was eating a delicious BLT yesterday at lunch--in public, at a restaurant, of course--thinking it was the best thing I've tasted in quite awhile, when suddenly you, or my hormones, or whatever sadistic power is controlling my crazed body these days, decided I should throw it all up and go hungry instead of nourishing you/myself.  FUN! Barely made it to the bathroom, and traumatized for the rest of the day.

So today I've eaten a bowl of Frosted Flakes and some Ritz crackers with cheese, all of which your loving daddy ran to the store to get for me a few days ago, ever since something inside me (ahem) has decided those are the only things I can eat. Same thing I ate yesterday (minus the BLT, which doesn't count because I puked it up, duh), and will probably eat for the rest of my life. Pop Tarts also sound wonderful. (Mental note--ask the hubs to get some for me. Variety.)  So you see, I am nourishing you with nothing but the best.  Surely you will turn out to be an obese runt with defects up the wazoo. I'm really, really hoping this "morning" sickness goes away soon. By my estimates (which are likely wrong), I'm only 7 weeks, which means I have--at best--another 5 weeks of misery to go, possibly more.

Anyway, I should probably get to the point of this rant, which is not to complain endlessly (whoops), it's to say that I'm pretty darn glad you're inside there, Baby Bee, and I hope to see you in another 8 months or so, happy and healthy. Your dad's pretty excited too, despite all the grocery store runs and other errands he's had to take on lately. Maybe one day when you're older you'll read this blog and know that you're just what we were hoping for.