Sickly.

So at my last appointment with Dr J, we talked about my gastroparesis. Use The Google to see what that is. Anyway, my main symptom is vomiting, and it's been fairly under control during my pregnancy. Dr J had warned me that it typically gets worse during pregnancy, but I thought I had dodged a bullet. I was wrong.

At this point, I've gotten over my morning sickness and my allergies, but now my GP has flared up and my ankles have started to swell.

I'm so ready for baby to be here!!

Oh baby!

So. It's been a long week. I've puked all over town, fallen asleep at work, and heard the baby's heartbeat. HOLY CRAP.

I had my first official doctors appointment on Thursday. It took me approximately 45 minutes to pee in a cup. Yep. Talk about a shy bladder. Once I FINALLY squeezed out some urine, they immediately took me back to the room with a big CONGRATS! My doctor came in beaming, so excited, and ready to chat. We talked through all the, what I assume to be normal, things. Symptoms. Problems. Expectations.

They were able to squeeze us in with the sonographer too, so we were able to see and hear the baby that same day. Puking the last 5 weeks, being so tired I can't hold my head up, hearing the doc say congrats did not feel real. As soon as I heard the heartbeat, it was there. Real. Actual. And boy, did the tears start falling. Even sweet Bob teared up a little. The sonographer printed some pictures for us, and then I went out to do the pre-screening blood tests for genetic disorders. They haven't taken that much blood from me since the mysterious elbow incident of 2010.

So anyway. We have a baby. Growing and making it's Mama super crazy sick. Hank also seems to be aware of it's presence. He's now resting his head on my belly when we sit together, and it's super sweet.

For now, meet our March baby!

A crying jig. Or twelve.

So. The hormones are raging, and the tears are falling. Every single freaking thing causes me to cry. Commercials. Songs. Thoughts... Every thing.

The most frequent bringer-oner of tears... thinking of how I'll tell my Daddy that I'm pregnant. My poor Daddy has been waiting soooo long for a grandkid. As as I sit here crying, I realize how proud I am to be able to give him one.

I've arranged for him to pick me up from the airport when I go home in a couple weeks. If I don't tell him immediately, I don't know if I will be able to wait until we get back to the g'rents house (30 minutes away). I certainly can't tell him while he's driving... Dude would probably run off the road. So then do I tell him at the airport or wait and tell he and the g'rents all together? Gah!

Mom already knows, I had to tell her to get her input on morning sickness. She had it for 9 long months with my Brother Little. I knew she'd have some good suggestions for me. So anyway. It's soooo hard not to share with everyone yet!

I go to the doctor the day after tomorrow. Squeeeeee!!

Smelly melly.

I've always had a pretty sensitive sense of smell. But now, I can smell anything and everything. And it's awful. Even the mention of smells sends me running to the toilet.

It's not just smells. The mention of things I don't like make my stomach churn immediately. My poor co-worker mentioned applesauce this morning and I lost my ritz crackers in the office garbage can.

After the last two weeks, this kid could be one and done. It'll take me a long time to forget this misery. I just hope this doesn't last past the first trimester... Good lord. Bleh.

Holy nausea, Batman!

So. Guess what you shouldn't do? Fly to Maine, while pregnant, and experiencing ridiculous morning sickness. Every seafood sign, every lobster roll, every crab shack, every mention of non-beef related items made me queasy. Bleh. Literally. Then throw in a crazy bumpy flight (or two) and you have one insanely green pregnant lady.

On an uplifting note, I found some ginger chews at Trader Joes tonight and they're helping. Thank gawd. My diet has consisted of tums, ritz crackers, and ginger ale, and I'm still sickly. Then add in the exhaustion... it's exhausting. Literally.

I've heard that these are signs of a healthy pregnancy, so I'm totally okay with it. I'd rather be sick and tired and have a healthy baby than whatever the alternative is.