This first trimester is just like classic pregnancy. Sick. Heartburn. Exhausted. Sick. Etc.
We go in to see the midwives on Wednesday. Last time the heartrate was 175. And there's a debate in our house over this baby's sex. Daddy said that he is the one who determines those things and the final answer is: IT'S A BOY. BUT... I'm a skeptic. Could I really be this hormonal with a boy?! Surely not.
And we don't have a girl's name picked out. And if I ever ask Nick's opinion on my picks he just repeats: It's a boy. Silly guy. He acted the same way with Ellie. So maybe he's right. But surely his luck must run out at some point.
Meanwhile, I would very much like a bunch of fairies to invade my house and clean it pronto. Everything is making me sick. Including something really nasty Daddy made for lunch. I am not going to lie - during his lunch break I spent 30 minutes with my head in pillows trying not to puke.
Oh, I'm just going to mention that I am exactly where I should be on the minimum amount of weight to be gained for this pregnancy. Woo! I was very concerned because our scale is broke (improper use of the English language - shoot me!)... so I hadn't weighed in over a week and have been eating and puking at various times. Nothing healthy going on here at all! But I stepped on the scale today and there we had it - a huge sigh of relief. Major undergoings are going to have to take place to keep myself from puffing up like a blimp this time. I think keeping up with Ellie is the only way I'm not blimping up yet.
That's life, folks.