Thats right. As of the time this post is published, I am 10 weeks into this crazy and surreal journey of having a child. Baby is due in January. I haven’t posted lately because I didn’t want to let the cat out of the bag too early. Anything I would have written would have to do with this now cumquat-sized baby that is changing life as I knew it.
Do I feel pregnant? Oh yes, most definitely. I take so much food to work that I often have to double-bag it. I take so much not so I can eat it all (though many times I do) but so I have options! Many things just don’t sound good these days. I have been able to maintain my work schedule and thus far have avoided canceling any sessions, though I have come pretty close a few times! My “morning sickness” has been all over the map as far as time of day, but would probably be considered mild. I have (thus far) technically managed to allude the vomiting aspect of the first trimester. No complaints about that.
Whats the best part? Glad you asked. Since I am not showing yet, and it’s too early to feel any movement, and we haven’t even started the name game. . . the best part has been my husband. He has been thrilled and amazed from day one, and has been incredibly supportive and understanding. He makes me eggs in the morning, cleans smelly dishes, lets me sit in the car while he goes in the store, and doesn’t get mad when he comes home from work and the house is dirty while I am sacked out on the couch. He has always been an amazing husband, but has now reached a stellar level of husband-ship. As a matter of fact, as I was typing that last sentence he began washing a crusty egg pot from this morning (the only item I “overlooked” when I cleaned the kitchen earlier). Dirty egg pots smell like wet dog to me right now and that is a little too much to bear. Hopefully in the next few weeks I will emerge as a less nauseous version of myself, but until then I am taking B-Natal vitamin B6 supplements I got from my neighbor and loving them!
Stay tuned for the story of a remarkable conversation with a “stranger” that preceded our pregnancy.