New Picture...

Latest pic of me and the man.
I can't wait until our family of 2 becomes a family of 3!
Soon enough, we'll be welcoming our little June Bug!

Morning Sickness.

Oh the joys. I woke up this morning... a full day stretched out before me, full of potential. I sat up in bed with a smile on my face and the wonder of possibility in my mind. As I stood to my feet however, I was knocked hard with a full dose of morning sickness nausea.

Here's to another morning wasted because Claire can't even stand up without plans for the toilet.

They say pregnancy is a miracle, and believe me, I agree wholeheartedly. But this part of pregnancy? Not all that daisies and roses. Blech. I'll catch you around midday when my stomach stops swirling within me like a maelstrom.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, I'm loving my diet of delicacies like saltines and bananas accompanied by Canada Dry. It's great.

On Pregnancy and Fashion

Okay, I know I just posted like a second ago, but I just HAVE to share an experience.

I had a revelation of sorts today in the mall. First of all, shopping in your late first trimester of pregnancy is no easy endeavor. How am I supposed to know how big my stomach's going to get? Do I buy a size bigger than normal or two? Do I go shopping in the maternity section? Do I buy only button up sweaters that can easily conform to my bulge? Where else will I gain weight? Are my hips going to become gigantic? Shopping proved to be a stressful task. "Well just wait a bit then" you might say. Yeah, well, when it's below warm out there and you don't have many sweaters, action must be taken.

But down to the real point of this post.

I was standing in the checkout line when there before me I saw the nightmare of all pregnant women. A circus proceeded past me. To the naked eye, this sight was merely a young woman pushing a dual stroller through the mall... but to me, she was the epitome of what all young mom's fear becoming. She made quite the spectacle. Let's begin with the stroller. A bright blue three seater with overly large wheels and many obnoxiously colored noise-making toys dangling from it's every handle. In the very front sat a fussy toddler who was wiping snot all over his bright red face. In the middle was piled blankets, toys, books and stuffed animals, making quite a display. The young mother--couldn't have been more than 26--had very fake black hair and was sporting a frontwards back pack (you know, the kind the baby dangles from mercilessly). What screamed out most to me about this "scene" was the woman's BRIGHT CORAL PINK VELOR SWEATSUIT. I'm not kidding here, folks. She somehow decided that the best way not to bring attention to herself and her parade of bells and whistles was to clothe herself in the sort of attire you don for a hike in hunting season.

This woman, bless her heart, is my worst nightmare about becoming pregnant. Will I lose all sense of dignity and pride? Will my appearance simply fade into the black hole of motherhood? Will my sense of fashion be reverted to whatever will best cover my sagging butt and remnant belly flab?

Please tell me it doesn't have to be so!

Fast Forwarding Again...

Alright, someone took my fast forward button and threw it on steroids this time. (drumroll please...)

I'm PREGNANT. Yup. You heard me. Knocked up. Expecting. Wow, I know so little about this phase of life, those are the only terms I can think of. I'm 10 weeks and 1 day. My baby is an inch and a half long and looks like a human. It has arms, legs, fingers and toes. It has eyes and an audible heartbeat. I've got a life inside of me.

It's a crazy concept. One that's still setting in for me. But I'm excited. Even though I knew this was a possibility, nothing prepared me for that positive test. I sucked my breath in hard and that let it out with a loud, "You're kidding me!" Plans are going well. I had my first ultrasound at 7 weeks. It was incredible. To actually see the baby made my little notion a firmly planted reality. And to see the rhythmic beating of it's tiny heart was out of this world. As I remained dumbfounded at my slowly growing belly, my bouts of nausea, and the telltale fact that my period just doesn't come... this is slowly sinking in. Emphasis on the slowly.

I'll continue to blog throughout the pregnancy. I'll let you know what's up and how things are going. Mostly for my own insanity above your own enjoyment. But reading is optional, right?