gummi bear

at the end of september we were in illinois for a family visit. pony rides, combine rides.. it was a good time. but for some reason i kept falling asleep and was so tired. then the moment i saw a big pot of boiling chicken and almost gagged i had a sneaking suspicion about something. it was all i could do to survive the five-hour car ride home the next day.


had to drag myself to work on monday and was pretty sure i knew what was going on.


took the test tuesday morning. and my suspicions were right. i am preg-o!

we told E that evening. he had been asking God for a baby brother or sister in his night-night prayers for about a year now. he was all smiles when we told him the news and kept staring at my belly. in his excitement, he managed to tell the whole day care the next day. a little earlier than we thought we'd spread the news (i was only 6 weeks!) but it was all to people who would understand no matter what happened.

we waited a couple weeks for my ultrasound, and then we got to see what we created: a little gummi bear! saw and heard the heartbeat and it was the most beautiful sound!


later that day i told my coworkers. it was getting hard to hide the nausea, heartburn, and general lack of appetite. i had quit walking to the grocery store every day for lunch and was starting to turn some heads with my cheerios for lunch. mm.. cheerios. i basically just eat cereal, crackers, bread and fruit. meat repulses me. i drink a lot of milk, water, and apple juice. thankfully wine and coffee repulse me right now too. wow. who woulda thunk? it's amazing how nature works.


i read the sicker you are, the healthier the baby. focusing on that has gotten me through the last few weeks of feeling like poo. i am starting to feel a little better i think. that, or i am just dealing with it better. i sleep a lot. like 9 hrs through the week and 12 hrs on the weekend. i love sleep. as long as i'm laying in bed, i feel normal. as soon as i get up, i feel bad and all out of sorts. makes it super hard to get up in the morning.

this weekend was supposed to be my annual wine and cheese party. i just can't stay up that late anymore, so i cancelled it. instead, luke and i had a date night where we got pedicures and i ate pumpkin pie for dinner. (what baby wants, baby gets.) i'm about 10 weeks now and looking forward to feeling little kicks.