I hope and pray I get to carry this baby to term, but if not, I am determined to enjoy each and every precious day I get with him/her. Each day, I thank God for this opportunity to be pregnant and have life growing inside me.
So our plan of not telling any friends and acquaintances until after the ultrasound is not going so great! My friend called me about 6 times last night trying to get a hold of me because she heard through the grapevine that I'm pregnant!
I gained too much weight too quickly between my 5th and 7th weeks, so I've started to watch how much I eat and exercise. It's really helping! Plus, it helps that I'm not starving every half hour. I think my body is getting used to being pregnant. I can't believe I'm 8 weeks tomorrow!
Maybe I spoke too quickly about getting a handle on the morning sickness. These last couple of days have been really hard! I actually puked a few times, which makes me feel a lot better than when I just feel like I'm being tossed about on a boat.
Apparently from the way I'm carrying, and from the foods I'm craving (mashed potatoes, meat, etc.) people say I'm having a boy! That would be so cool! But then someone said because I'm so sick, it'll be a girl, and I think that would be really cool, too!
I was in so much pain (hips, back, head) and felt so miserable I was crying. Finally, I made this recipe my mom gave me for morning sickness, and it helped so much! It's an East Indian recipe, and it works miracles. I'm posting it here if anyone wants to try it.
I've become a little obsessed about the baby's gender. I spend a lot of time online looking at different websites that "guarantee" you'll know your baby's gender, if only you'll send them a couple of hundred dollars, and some of your blood.
Now I want sweets all the time, and lots of veggies (but no carrots! Those make me gag!). Weird, huh? Do you think the baby was a boy and turned into a girl somehow? Tim came up with another boy name I really like! What do you think about Levi? I really love it! We're thinking Levi James.
So I sat up, and reflexively popped my husband on the arm. I couldn't help it, I was pissed! I didn't do it hard though. Anyway, so then he makes a big deal of it saying I hit him -- like I'm some sort of husband abuser? So now we're not talking. I swear, sometimes he's a bit of a drama queen.
I'm back! It went great! The baby is measuring exactly one week behind, so either I ovulated late, or I told them the wrong date of my menstrual period. Who can remember? It's not like I thought I had any reason to keep track!