On Being Pregnant

Thank you everyone for your nice texts and comments.  We are so excited for our little gummy bear to join our family.  With that said, I am about to lay some truth on anyone out there without kids.  Being pregnant sucks.  Hardcore.  I have never felt so consistently terrible in my entire life, and I once had mono and pneumonia simultaneously.  I got sick right before I hit sit weeks, and promptly lost 9+ pounds in the next three weeks. In the middle of my ninth week we had our first doctor's appointment, and  the doctor prescribed me some Zofran, which has helped so much, but I still pretty much feel like I just got hit by a truck all the time, I'm just keeping food down better.  Also whoever said pregnant women glow was a liar.  I have never looked worse.  I'm breaking out all over my face, my skin is grey and nasty and my hair looks like a dead rat that wasn't even a cute rat when it was alive.  So Erik's been enjoying that.

The one upside to being so sick is that it's been incredibly touching to see how many people care about us and want to help.  I feel really blessed that I have such good friends and family who are so selfless with their time, who have their own to-do lists and stresses, but still find time to worry and check in on me.  It makes me feel a little guilty because I wonder if I would think to do those things for someone else.

As far as other pregnancy cliches go, I don't have any one big craving.  It's more like I want one thing and only one thing until I've thrown it up three or four times, and then I move on to something else.  Right now I'm digging Cinnamon Toast Crunch.  The weirdest craving I've had is for McDonald's water.  Some girls can't handle cooking or handling meat, and I'm fine with that, but I absolutely cannot do dishes. I'm not showing at all yet, but my lower stomach feels a little weird and squishy.  I seriously have no idea how some women handle pregnancy with other little kids at home.  I can't even handle taking care of just Erik and me.

Erik has been awesome.  He's a winner. He's been taking really good care of me and been very patient will my sudden dip in productivity.   He's having a pretty intense week or so at work, so it's especially impressive that he comes home and is so sweet to me.  The first thing out of his mouth when I told him I was pregnant was "Well we really need to start financially planning," so that was touching. 

So that's the deal. We're going on a trip in a few weeks and I'm really hoping to be feeling a little better by then.  Because I hate pictureless blog posts, I'll leave you with this darling image of what our little kumquat looks like at 11 weeks.  I think that head shape must come from Erik's side of the family...