The Miracle of Life...or, "Confessing Your Sins of the First Trimester and then Moving On"

Well, well, well....There IS a baby in there! 

Hold the damn phone....that looks like a lima bean to me.  And, what the EFF is a "yolk sac" ???

Yeah, I had the same response, but that little lima bean had a heart beat at 6 weeks (around May 20th) ....and was using that yolk sac for nourishment while the rest of my body prepared its home for the next 9 months.

Whoa.

For the first 12 weeks, I swore that I could just be constantly hungover and not really pregnant at all.  It's SHOCKING how similar the symptoms are.  Seriously. 

Matt only had to pick me up off the floor once....and honestly?  That was enough.  You know how I get about my independence and not needing any help.  Guess how that is working out for me right about now? 

Matt has been a SERIOUS trooper though. 

He didn't even try to leave me when I threw the laundry basket (full of clean, folded clothes) at him for "hiding" my stuff from me.  (read: he put my belongings in a drawer because we had a house showing the previous day) 

He diligently went to the pharmacy to get "allowable" nausea meds at midnight.....and then force fed it to me complete with Coke Zero chasers.

He didn't even yell back at me when I freaked out about Lucky's lack of dog food treats.  (because, at the time - it seemed VERY important that Lucky have the exact kind of treats that he likes....and Matt just didn't see the importance)

He didn't even drag me off the couch where I was fast asleep when we still had a mile long list of "to do's" at the house before it went up for sale in early May.

Nor did he complain once when I wanted not one, but TWO chili cheese dogs in one day.  (because somehow that was the only thing making my stomach feel better.  wierd.)

I only broke down in public once.  Thank you, Leah, for telling me that it was ok to cry and to breathe (and to expect more breakdowns in the future).  And, thank you for reminding me that Lucky doesn't push my buttons because he knows I'm at the end of my rope and he's waiting for me to hang myself.  He's the dog...and he's just being his normal, pushy self.  Thankfully, I got past wanting to leave him at the park by himself that day....and I brought him home in the car with me.  I did, however, hold a grudge for the rest of the day.  Period.

I spoke to my mom almost every single day of the first 12 weeks.  We like her a lot.  She's had babies.  She's lived to tell about it.  And, honestly?  She's Sue.  She does not sugar coat, but she does encourage and that's what I needed.

I know this all sounds like the "normal" me (minus the crying in public part), but the "pregnant" me is waaaaaaaay off the charts, best I can tell.  The word "insanity" may not even begin to cover it all, but we take it in stride and we do the best we can...and we laugh A LOT about it later. 

Like, now.  :)

Did I mention that Matt is amazing and should be praised for his calming nature?  Yeah, well, it's true.  I love him and I'll keep him!