Hmphs, Grmphs and Giggles

And so it begins... the pregnacy symptoms have taken over.  At first it started with the sickness in weeks 6-8.  Then it was the insomnia that started in week 9.  And so it continued with the constant hunger and eating, frequent trips to the bathroom, and the aches and pains that come along with growing a human.  I've always considered myself to be an emotional person... I vent up anger to the point of crying, I laugh until my side aches, I sing at the top of my lungs in my car after a frustrating experience and I smile until my cheeks hurt.  But, I have now experienced it all.  In fact, so have my loving husband and caring mom.  In the past two or three weeks, there have been many conversations that have started out with me crying and then two seconds later I'm laughing, then crying then wondering what got me so emotional.  There were other times that an email from a co-worker made me believe that the world was out to get me.  It just continues to amaze me that this 3 or 4 inch little being is calling the shots.  Guess I better get used to it, since s/he will continue to call the shots for the next 18 years (and beyond)!

While it has been an emotional ride, it has also been a trip down 'physical change' way.  I was a giddy little school girl when I got to buy a bigger size bra (seriously, that's been my only wish since I was 16).  I enjoy rubbing my growing belly (and very much look forward to the day that I can put my ice cream bowl on top of my belly)!  However, this is also the week that I shed a little tear as I had to buy a larger size of underwear (it's all about comfort these days).  I thought just my front side would grow, but little did I know that my 'reverse baby bump' (as Phil calls it) would start to grow this early.  I am not wearing maternity pants yet, but I know that day is quickly approaching.  It's not that I'm procrastinating on buying them (the majority of women that I know constantly state how comfy they are), but I just want to believe that I'll continue to be able to wear the pants that I finally could fit in to (as I had finally lost a few pounds while training for Nationals this summer).  Oh, just for the love of a baby :) 

The worry still continues and I know it will until I see the baby for the first time.  I remember being able to breathe a little easier after we saw the baby the first time, and then a little more weight was lifted after we passed the 12 week mark. But, after having a miscarriage, I think the fear is always in the back of your mind.  I am anxious to feel the baby move for the first time, and have that reminder that things are okay.  But then I'm sure I'll worry that the baby isn't moving enough, or is moving too much, or that the chlorine that I breathe every day at practice is hurting the respiratory development or that the cold winter weather is freezing the baby (since my jacket probably won't zip... another item to add to the shopping list).  Then I remember that this little miracle is just that... a miracle (seriously, I have another heartbeat, another set of kidneys, another liver among all other things growing in me right now).  And I will continue to love and care for her/him.  And take care of myself so that I can rest easier in knowing that Baby T is taken care of.  So, until that day that we get to meet each other in person, Phil and I will continue to pray, rub my belly and send love through it, talk to Baby T and remind each other how thankful we are.

This is the week that we hit 14 weeks! We are truly out of the first trimester and steaming forward into the second one. This week's sign states '14 weeks on 10/4/12. Size is 3.5 inches (about the size of a lemon) and weight is 1.5 ounces (about the size of a pencil).'  Food for this week: the continued love for peanut butter and banana toast, fruit snacks and yougurt with cheerios.  While I did have my first weird combo (sundried tomato and basil wheat thins with cottage cheese), I can't blame it on the preggo hormones, as that is something I used to eat in college.  But, I'm anxiously awaiting the day that I can send Phil on a crazy 2am mission to WalMart :)

The low of the week is that I'm still dealing with this stupid sinus infection.  I have had this for 35 days now and I'm not seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.  The high doesn't deal directly with me, but I have to be a bragging sister. My brother found out that he will be traveling to Amiens in Frace to referee the World Under 20 hockey tournament in December!  I am so excited for him and it is just a huge accomplishment!  So, if anyone wants to donate a few hundred (maybe thousands) of dollars, I would really love to go to France to see him ref (and of course travel France for a few days)!