Crazy Pregnant Lady Alert

Finally, the word is out, so I can write an honest blog post without worry!

I'm pregnant!!!

I guess I should give a fair warning--this blog will probably contain a lot more info about baby from here on out (and a lot of gross pregnancy details). But somehow, I don't think most of my readers will mind. I couldn't be more happy to be growing our little family. Stephen has been more than wonderful too, and we're both just very excited for this new step in our lives.

I am eight weeks along today, which means baby is the size of a gummy bear. Still, he/she seems to take up more room than just a gummy bear. I'm trying to convince Stephen there are three people in the bed now and I should get two-thirds of the space. He holds up his fingers to the size of a gummy bear and slides over that much. Thanks, sweetheart.

And the morning sickness--that is the biggest misnomer. If I'm awake, chances are I'm feeling sick. I've been trying a lot of different remedies, and some work sometimes, but then not again later. I'm really taking a blow from it though. I vomit daily, sometimes several times a day. I've taken off a lot of time from work lately--going to work when I'm sick is like the last thing I want to do. I'm not sure I can emphasize that enough, so I'm not even going to try. Just know that most days, laying on the couch or in bed doing nothing sounds ideal. But my midwife reminded me that the baby will be so cute when he/she is born, which makes the sickness worth it.

That's another thing--I'm going with a midwife rather than an OB/GYN. I have a lot of reasons for this, and I've done a lot of research, so just trust me. I might write a post about it someday, but today is not that day. But Stephen and I toured the birthing center a few weeks ago and felt good about it, so we're going forward with that plan. I'll have my first visit in a few weeks, and hopefully we'll hear the heartbeat. That will help me confirm I'm pregnant, as if the missed cycle, positive test, and relentless symptoms haven't done that already. 

I'm always tired. My clothes don't fit right. My face has broken out in acne like a pubescent teenager. The stretch marks have begun, along with a really awful looking (but harmless) rash that apparently affects 1% of pregnant women (lucky me!). Food is the enemy. I don't have cravings so much so as nothing sounds remotely edible except one or two foods which change hourly. Even thinking of certain foods can make me gag. Sharp cheddar cheese and I are friends though, and there have been times where that is all I can manage to eat. I am swearing off lettuce and beans for the rest of my pregnancy, if not life. Stephen has already made several runs to restaurants or the grocery store to satisfy my picky stomach. He's a champ.

Another reason Stephen is a champ: my mood swings. I cry for no reason besides hormones. The other day, I had a meltdown sobbing fit because I loved my husband. He held me and gave me tissues and laughed and thought it was cute. At least I haven't had meltdowns because I'm angry or upset. I think the hardest part of this pregnancy on Stephen is his inability to take away my struggles. He tries. He's been taking care of most of the chores while I've been moaning on the couch, and he brings me cheese slices when that's all I can eat while moaning on the couch. He will give me back rubs at a moment notice and reminds me I'm beautiful when I look in the mirror at my changing body. Alright, I better stop raving about him or I'll start crying again.

To sum up, I'm already a crazy pregnant lady. Eight weeks down, 32ish to go.