One of the qualities that my husband and I have in common is that when we both have news--good or bad--we can't help but share it with our loved ones. I have, so far, told 3 of my closest friends who are practically like sisters, and a friend who's like a brother to me. My husband didn't want to tell anyone until we were further along, but like me, he needed to tell someone. He called his sister and his dad to tell the the good news.
We're still not making it public since it's so early. And although I'm only 5 weeks along, I'm already having symptoms. The fatigue lays me flat out, and my boobs feel tender 24/7. Knock on wood, I don't have morning sickness.
I still remember being overwhelmingly nauseated with my second pregnancy. I couldn't stand the smell of meat cooking! Every time I walked by Chipotle and Buckhorn Grille, I had to hold my breath. One whiff of seared meat made my stomach turn. So I ate salad. Lots and lots and lots of salad. I couldn't get enough of the stuff. That is, until my body decided that it didn't like salad any more either. I couldn't even look at salad without turning green (pun intended). I remember going to lunch at Mimi's Cafe, and there was nothing on the menu I wanted. I tried to push through and ordered something, but I requested that the server hold the salad. The salad came out anyway, and all of my senses were assaulted just by looking at it. I wanted to hurl right at the table. I had to put up a menu in front of me and the salad just so I didn't have to look at it.
I'm hoping I don't get that kind of morning sickness.
I'm writing all this down more to process everything that I'm going through. Many people don't get to or have not yet experienced the joys, the adjustments, and the transformations that happen with pregnancy. Someone once told that it all goes by so fast, and it's so true! I remember both my babies growing inside of me and watching my body change (sausage toes, cankles, amazon boobs, big 'ol nose, water retention, bloating, stretch marks, and cravings). I even have pictures that show the transformation, but I never committed my experience to written form. Besides, it all seems like a lifetime ago. And although the pictures themselves document the transformation and tell their own story, I'd like to give this baby (and my husband and children) a glimpse into my life before he/she is born. My thoughts, my worries, and all the experiences leading up to its birth. As with both my children, I want this baby to know that it was loved from the beginning, and we welcome it with all our hearts.
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