22 Weeks

I hit 22 weeks this week and I am starting to love my big ol' round belly. It is still small enough to be cute and big enough to look pregnant. Baby is moving around a lot, as usual, and her movements seem to feel stronger and stronger; I'm guessing because she is slowly running out of space to kick and punch in.

My nausea has gotten so much better over the last couple weeks. I still have some nights where I just don't have much appetite, and I definitely still get those "vurps" as they are called. I do hate those, cause if you aren't careful it could turn into something a lot worse. I'm just happy that a lot more food is sounding good to me. My favorite these days is a grilled cheese with some sort of soup to dip it in. Yum. Now I'm hungry! I hope Pete hurries home with dinner from Panera!

18 Weeks

So I am finding that the growth of the stomach is not always a constant. Sometimes being bloated causes me to look more pregnant one day, then the next I look like I have lost weight. On the positive side, I have started to slowly gain weight, and my nausea overall is better. I do have days that take me down, but for the most part, it is quite tolerable. Then again, it could just be that I am getting used to this nauseous misery.

I can still wear all my normal clothes, which is nice. I have picked up some really cute maternity tops, some of which anyone could wear, pregnant or not. They are quite comfortable too, so I love that I can wear them now. I am going to try to wear non pregnancy pants for as long as possible using the hair band trick and those belly bands. I have heard that maternity pants, especially the jeans are so uncomfortable and annoying.

First Night Without Nausea!

Last night was the first night that I have gone to bed without feeling like I could vomit at any moment since May. This is huge! Usually I stagger to my bathroom, avoiding washing my face as the act of bending forward could be disastrous. I brush my teeth and especially my tongue, which always tastes funny these days; then as I lay down in bed I am forced to prop myself up higher as to avoid any reflux that may occur by laying too flat. I also never turn onto my right side, as experience tells me, that is a sure fire way to induce vomiting rather quickly. Left side is the safe side, but since my nightstand is on my right, I am forced to continually roll over in order to grab my spit cup once every minute or two until I drift off to sleep. It is wonderful. But last night, things changed!

I laid down with just my one pillow, and not even folded in half like I do sometimes. I could lay on either side, or my back, which was so nice, because when you can't lay on a side, everything in your body makes you want to lay on that side. It sucks. And I only used my spit cup like three times instead of my usual 300 or so. What makes it more amazing is that my dog was producing some smells that could have wiped out a whole village, and with my over sensitive olfactory senses, one would think that alone would have sent me to the toilet, nausea or no nausea. But no, this stomach stayed strong!

I have some theories on why this change took place.

One: I went to Cheesecake Factory with Amy, her sister Katie, and little Madeline and had some cheesecake from three different slices. Yes, that's right, three different slices. The anniversary cheesecake, the red velvet cheesecake, and their brand new Reese's peanut butter, chocolate cheesecake; for those of you that were wondering. Perhaps the baby has been craving some cheesecake this whole time and making me nauseous was the only way to get the point across. If this is the case, does this mean I will have to consume cheesecake everyday? Because I will definitely start gaining weight then.

Two: My dog, in a fit of excitement over hearing Pete's truck in the driveway when he got home, jumped and pushed his paw off of my belly. That is 80 lbs of dog pushing off my fragile little stomach. Perhaps this blow just pushed the nausea right out of me. However, I fear that this will also leave a giant paw print embedded into the baby's belly when it comes out.

See that paw? Yeah, that's the paw that did it. She may look cute, but she is big, and when she wants to, she has a lot of energy, and it is never good to have that energy concentrated on my stomach. Pregnant or not.

Theory three: Finally the pregnancy gods are being nice and taking my awful "morning" sickness away! I'm really pulling for theory number three to be the correct one, but I am not ready to celebrate it yet. Don't want to jinx anything. If tonight is nausea free, then tomorrow there will definitely be some celebrating!

15 Weeks

I passed 15 weeks yesterday and still going strong. Well, strong may not be the right word since the nausea and vomiting that I am usually plagued with keeps me down a lot. I am pretty much a sissy when it comes to that kind of stuff. My belly is starting to stick out a bit, which is cool. I am still down seven pounds from when I found out I was pregnant, but I hope that is all changing soon. Mainly I am hoping the "morning" sickness goes away so I can finally eat and enjoy food again. Who knew that at the time you need to eat most in life, food would be the last thing I would want.

I have started taking the weekly pictures of my baby bump so we can document how huge I get. Right now it is little and makes me look like I am just really bloated. But soon I'm sure it will definitely look like I am actually pregnant, and not just full of gas. I can't wait to find out what we are having. Only a few more weeks!!!

7 Weeks

I had my follow up appointment today and everything looked good. The ultrasound looked more like an actual baby this time and less like a paint blob. Based on the measurements from this ultrasound the Dr. said the due date was January 19th again. This is getting pretty crazy.

So the whole "morning" sickness thing has started to kick in these last few days, but for me, I feel the best in the morning. Then it slowly progresses into pretty much awful by the evening. Plus I have this overactive saliva thing going on, which is less than pleasant so I have spittoons around the house so I don't always have to run to the sink. It is pretty much the most disgusting thing ever. So, sorry for the details, but if reading about it is gross, imagine living it. I am just hopeful that this whole situation doesn't last for my entire pregnancy, because I would actually like to enjoy it.