We don't know if its my uterus or my (handsome and manly) husband's super-sperm. It has been speculated that there might have been something in the water at my counterpart's high school. It was a math and science school, after all. Perhaps there were undisclosed experiments performed on students. A few of my husband's friends have had similar *ahem* success in procreation.
At any rate, we're excited! The mere fact that this pregnancy is intentional is enough for me to celebrate. I'm rather looking forward to this entire experience. I've heard a lot about the GLORIES of pregnancy and childbirth. Last time I was pregnant, those glories were overshadowed by the uncertainties, emotions and general "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." I'm looking forward to seeing what all the fuss is about.
According to my weekly info email, my child is currently about the size of a blueberry. (Why foods? It's always food.) That hasn't prevented me from gaining water weight. None of my jeans are comfortable anymore. I'm living on sweatpants and one pair of maternity slacks.
Morning sickness has kicked in, though I'm sure it's going to get worse. Right now it's just a general queasiness that comes from looking at healthy food. It goes away when I think about pizza or hot-dogs. (Not polish sausage, mind you, unless it's kielbasa and has been cooking in sauerkraut for at least 3 hrs. No, just plain old, *hopefully* all-beef hot dogs. With mustard.) I also like to think about this upcoming Christmas ham.
Despite my cravings, I'm doing all right as far as diet goes. I will admit, however, that sometimes my philosophy has been "if you can't eat something nice, don't eat nothin at all." I keep a lot of baby carrots on hand. I'm drinking a lot of water, about 2 liters/day, though it's difficult to keep track with a tiny toddler stealing your water bottle.
Emma has absolutely no idea what is going on. We haven't made any changes around the house yet, but in an effort to help her understand, I looked up a diagram of a pregnant woman at about 34 weeks. We looked at the diagram together and I pointed out the mommy and the baby. I went on to explain that I am the mommy and I'm growing a baby. She, in response, lifted her own shirt, pointed at her belly and (sounding rather alarmed) asked, "a baby???" We're going to be working on this one gradually.
That's the general re-cap. Tune in later this week to find out whether I'm allergic to pregnancy or have the worst case of poison-ivy ever.