Once again, it’s been a million years since my last update, so even though I probably have no readers left, I have some news. We will have another new addition to the family in June. But this time, we are 99% sure that it has two legs instead of four. And hopefully won’t be covered in fur. Yes, I’m pregnant!
I will be 21 weeks on Friday, and it’s a BOY! Having five sisters, I am not quite sure what to even do with a little boy, but I guess I will learn fast. Stuart is thrilled. He said he would have been happy with either, but I know he is really glad it’s a boy.
In the early weeks, I thought that maybe I was going to get lucky and escape the morning sickness, because although I was exhausted (and I mean completely wiped out, going to bed at 7 p, bone-tired), I wasn’t sick to my stomach. Well, I spoke too soon. The nausea hit me between weeks seven and eight. I wasn’t hurling my guts out, but it definitely wasn’t just morning sickness. It was all day, constant nausea, and most of the times I did throw up happened to be at night. Eating made me feel slightly better, so I had to eat every few hours, and gained a few pounds right off the bat (oh, the trauma of the weight gain…I am saving that for a whole separate post). I finally started to feel better after about week 17. After feeling consistently crappy every day for over two months, waking up and feeling almost normal was a foreign but wonderful feeling. I still get nauseated if I go too long without eating, but I am feeling a million times better now. I’m starting to enjoy the pregnancy now, since I am feeling better, and have mostly come to terms with the weight gain. I have started feeling his little fluttering movements (especially last night when I was browsing nursery stuff…he must have known I was shopping for him), and doing things like planning out the nursery and picking out names makes it seem real and exciting.
Here’s our little Biscuit:
More updates to come, I promise!
