Well, I am happy to report that a new little person will be
joining our family, prospectively on May 14th of 2014.
So I knew that parenthood is synonym to sacrifice, but I had
no idea how early on that can start. Also, I’m not sure if I live in a land of
brave women who never complain about their physical difficulties even when
facing great challenges, or normal women don’t get to go through this much, but
so far this BABY has been kicking my trash.
Starting with week 6 (I am a little over 13 weeks right now), I
started feeling the nausea, it was bad, smells any smells felt strong and I
felt like I was gonna throw up every step I took. Starting with week…9 or 10 I
did start throwing up, sometimes more than once a day.
At first I was really worried about gaining too much
weight, as I know it has been done before in my family. But judging on my food
aversions, and the fact that even water sets me off, now I’m worried I won’t
put on enough weight. And this is another thing, I’ve already started with the
worrying, even if I promised myself I won’t be one of those overprotective
freako moms…
So yeah, I’ll admit it, it’s been tough feeling really
excited when my whole life and personality have changed. I haven't felt like doing much besides sleeping and resting, even talking tires me off.
But that all changed
yesterday, when we got our first ultrasound. The baby was at first in a sitting
position and it was tough to get the needed measurements, but shortly after it
started twisting and turning and doing all these movements, as if trying to
impress us or something. We don’t know what it is yet, but I think it looked
like a boy. We wanted a girl to begin with but it got us really excited for
either or.
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| Our first Sonogram at 13 weeks They never meant much before, until it was Ours. |
A few weeks ago I had to pack up all the clothes I won’t be
able to wear for a while. That means I am left with maybe 30% of my wardrobe. It’s terrible; I’ve never had such limited
outfit selection. And I’m not even up to part to going shopping for more maternity
clothes.
There are some good parts about pregnancy, when I can
tolerate food I get to eat and enjoy it freely, with no guilt. The husband is
super understanding and does most of the housework now days. Family from far
away is checking in and is super excited for us. I can skip (and I do it a lot)
putting on makeup and taking care of myself (especially when feeling so crappy).
Sitting down in the front seats on the
metro reserved for old or needy persons, even though it’s still hard to see I’m
prego, but I’m having a clear conscience knowing I don’t have to yield the
seat.
In one word, this is a whole NEW experience. I was ready for
it, I had no idea it would be this hard, but it had to be done and I feel
blessed to be entrusted with a special spirit to bring on this earth and to
care for. Also, if my husband is still in love with me after all the puking and
being so run-down, now that’s the true love I was banking on.
