As you can probably tell from the title of this post, I'm still struggling with "morning" sickness and eating basically nothing but sugary crap. Pop Tarts are a staple, as are Frosted Flakes, croissants, Baby Bell cheese, and milk. I'm also completely dependent (in a druggie way) on
these hippie supplements from Whole Foods that are keeping me from losing my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I guess some of these things are healthy? Hopefully this kid isn't going to be diabetic or obese or mentally impaired...I mean, this diet can't be good for the little bee. But I figure my body knows what it's doing and right now it's telling me what's going to fly and what isn't (or what's going to fly into the toilet right after I eat it). So I'm relatively helpless, as is the hubs who is forced to subsist on a similar diet and run to the store every 5 minutes to get the latest food item I have an inkling I might be able to keep down. Work is somewhat of a nightmare. I had to tell my manager about the pregnancy to get some time off, and although she was nice, she hasn't really delivered on making my work life any easier. I have the morning off tomorrow, which is good, but I have a feeling that's about all I'm going to get. Meanwhile I'm spending all day working in a public service job that allows me zero privacy/downtime (except lunch breaks) and requires me to be super-friendly to people asking ridiculous questions ("do you have any silly books?" "I want a novel with cats as the main characters" or the best, "wait, I need a library card to take this book home?").
Anyway, this extended whine explains why I haven't posted recently, especially given the exciting news that we just had our first ultrasound! And we saw (too early to hear) a heartbeat! At a healthy 185 beats per minute! Exclamation point! And here is a photo:
The bee is pretty tiny at the time of this ultrasound, almost 9 weeks and about an inch long. I'm almost 11 weeks now, and won't have another ultrasound until 20 weeks. It's kind of nerve-wracking thinking about all the things that will (or might not) happen in the intervening weeks, but I'm trying to have faith that my body knows what it's doing, and so does this baby.
Parents, siblings, and a few select friends have been told. Although I've started showing, I want to hold off on telling work people (except my manager and a good friend I work with); they'll just be happy to think I'm getting fat.
So long for now; hopefully by my next post I'll be eating actual vegetables! Or at least ingesting less than 1,000% of my RDA for sugar.
