The diff

Wow, the last week has been....long. I was not expecting my nausea to take such a turn for the worse. As I was getting used to my 2-3 hour breaks from feeling like i needed to puke, all of a sudden on Monday, it's been a 24 hour deal, with no relief whatsoever. AND, I went from morning dry heaves with the occasional water puking to full on 2-3 times a day praying to the ceramic bowl. Yesterday as I started to cook dinner for my little one, I started throwing up in the sink. Okay, I can deal with that. But then it got kinda intense and I peed my pants, people. Like, full on wet spot across the entire front of my pants. So can I curl up in a ball and feel sorry for myself? Nope! Took off my jeans, turned on the disposal and pre-heated the oven for dinner. It's just such a reminder to how different this time around is from last time. 2 1/2 years ago, I was couch lounging, sleeping late and day dreaming. This time, Finn is begging me to build lego towers at 5:30am and proclaiming "Mommy stinky!" as I pass another bout of pregnancy gas.

The only thing that is keeping me going was hearing that little babe's heartbeat on Monday. Our appointment and first ultrasound went great. I'm 8 weeks today and on track for a October 28 due date. Not sure why, but that sounds SOON! Maybe because Finn was born in February and so during the pregnancy, it was always "next year" for the due date.

Isn't this the cutest little fuzzy fetus you ever did see?

My OB is freakin great, we love her. She's really laid back and friendly, the kind of person that I really just want to be friends with...but you know, the relationship she has with my vagina keeps me from asking her to coffee. She gave us a big bag of free prenatals and I loved the graphic on this one:

I guess this woman took this brand of prenatals and her kid popped out a college graduate. Wow, potent shit.

This morning when I went to get dressed, I had a serious problem - my "big" jeans are no longer big enough. My one pair of super subtle maternity jeans are residing in the washing machine after my little pee party last night. My low rise jeans are doable, but I just don't have a shirt that will mask the belly well enough. I ended up going with a skirt even though it's been a week since I've shaved my legs and a thick black hoodie. Needless to say, I'm looking really hot. Thank god we are spilling the beans to the famillies this weekend so I can tell my coworkers and start wearing some clothes that actually fit. Here's the one thing though - my belly is really big for being only 2 months along. My OB did laugh when I complained about how far out my belly is already and said "It's funny how first time moms complain that they don't show until the 4th month and 2nd time moms are pissed that they look 4 months only 8 weeks in". I'm just not sure I'm ready for the first stranger to ask how far along I am, and then getting 'that look' when i say "10 weeks!" and they were expecting me to say I was 5 months or something. Oh well - screw 'em?