So week two is upon us. Well...week two of the pregnancy journals. By American standard's I'm at day 41 of week 6. By German standards...I don't have a due date yet. They won't give me one until the baby is 1 cm big. Then they'll guesstimate the due date by the baby's size yada yada.
Morning sickness is upon us full force. It is not fun for me. Husband is generally not home. Walker on the other hand thinks it's a spectator sport. I run to the bathroom...he races me. I throw up he's either propped up on the edge of the toilet watching closely or on my back trying to get me to pay attention to him. Needless to say...I do not appreciate his involvement. =D The smell of onions results in immediate backlash. The other night I was going to back meatballs for the husband to have nice little meatball subs. Yea...ended badly. By the time my husband got home 3 hours later I was in the bedroom curled into the fetal position and the onions were closed in the kitchen. I made husband clean them up and air out the apartment. He's a good husband. Other than the onions no particular thing had led to throwing up. But it happens every day regardless. I keep telling the husband that his baby is grumpy. Husband keeps telling me that when it's grumpy, it's my baby. =D
My weight is already changing. But I have no idea how much since the OBGYN didn't weigh me. Weird...I think. So my little tummy is getting bigger, but I don't think its noticeable to anyone but me yet. I button my pant's when we go out in public. =D When we're at home I either wear sweatpants or his shorts. I'm going to invest in some bella band type products pretty soon. To cover up the fact that I can't button my pants.
My breasts (boobs, bosom...whatever you want to call them) are wayyyyy sore. Poor husband has to keep his distance or I lash out. Walker has gotten yelled at a time or two also. He enjoys prancing across my chest when he's on the bed. It hurts and I yell at him. Husband just shakes his head and tells Walker pregnant woman are difficult. I tell him we're cute. =D I am not looking forward to having to buy a new bra. Just in case you're curious...I know you are...My breasts are about a size and a half different normally. I'm pretty convinced that the bigger of the two is going to just keep growing, while the little one stays...well...little. Sigh. Well, if I'm lopsided...I'll know that its my breasts fault. Stupid things anyway.
That's all I got for this week folks. See you next week for the pregnancy fiasco continued.
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