9 weeks...

I have been clicking on my own blog site daily in hopes that my baby ticker would change. (THAT is a stupid hormonal woman for ya... because I KNEW it wasn't going to change! ;o)

Well, this week brought about different changes. My child is rejecting me. Or rather, it's rejecting what I tried to feed it this week. Now I have a real aversion to chicken noodle soup, oatmeal, rice, and milkshakes. These foods have been replaced with toast, ramen noodles and apples. And with that kind of diet (like yesterday ALL that stayed down was the ramen and an apple) you would think I would be wasting away to nothing...

Here's where sympathetic pregnancy comes in... Nick is the one wasting away to nothing while my weight stays exactly the same. I would like to know how this is possible ;o I would guess it's my hefty metabolism ;)

I really started to feel like a horrible wife as I noticed how my husband's waistline is shrinking... ;o Every time he tries to cook for himself it makes me want to barf. I have to either go in the bedroom and pull something over my head or else hold my nose for a long time. SOMEHOW the smell seems to go away after a while until I wake up in the morning and I get a rush of sickness again. This is really bizarre to me because I am the person who can't smell ANYTHING.... until now.

So... I'm 9 weeks. This is good. It hopefully means I only have 4 or so more weeks of feeling sickly. Unless I'm one of those REALLY blessed women who is sick the whole way through. Heaven help us if that's the case.

Thankfully, my mum is coming in TWO DAYS!!!!! I've already asked her to make me a big pot of soup. And hopefully she can make us some casseroles or something so that Nick has something other than mac-n-cheese to eat until I can get in the kitchen again.

A friend bought me a subscription to Taste of Home. This month's magazine arrived in the mail and I guess Nick thought it would make me feel sick so he didn't show it to me. I found it later and flipped through pages of yummy recipes. I really am missing cooking... but not enough to actually get back in the kitchen and heat anything. Sometimes even boiling water makes me lean over the sink in agony. ;(

On February 10th we go in to hear itty bitty's heartbeat. Mommy gets a head-to-toe exam, whatever that means. Nothing would overjoy me more than for them to tell me I'm actually like 12 weeks instead of 10... but I think I know my body well enough to know that my estimated due date is right on time.

Until more worthy news than what I can and can't eat...
the pregnant woman