Seven Weeks

Diving in head first, we bought a stroller last week. Actually, it’s much less crazy than it sounds. I have been eyeing this particular stroller and its sleek design–read: not a chunky, baby crap holder on wheels— since I first saw it on Pinterest (i love you, Pinterest). We found the exact model and color on a close out floor model sale, so we snatched it up and now the cat has a new napping spot.

In other news, I am sleeping one million hours and am having a lot of crazy dreams. Mostly about feral cats in our basement, but there was one in which I dropped a baby and it was just as bad as the cats.

Finally, I am finding the Pregnancy Weeks Tracker websites quite entertaining. Listen to this fun description, “Hands and feet are emerging from developing arms and legs — although they look more like paddles at this point than the tiny, pudgy extremities you’re daydreaming about holding and tickling.”

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HAHAHA

 

 

I am certainly not daydreaming about tickling anyone’s evolved paddles. I am actually quite content to not be taking care of a baby right now. I imagine I’ll get hip to ticking paddles in 231 days.

Fun Facts:

How far along?     Seven weeks

How big is the baby?     A blueberry

Weight gain/loss?     Still the +1lb. Between the billion hours of sleeping and working, I only went to the gym once last week.

Maternity clothes?     No.

Sleep?     One trillion hours of glorious sleep.

Memorable moments this week?    Snagging the stroller for super cheap.

Symptoms?     The need for hibernation. And the blues. Although, I’m sure the changing seasons and limited workouts aren’t helping the cause.

Food cravings?     Nope.

Food aversions?     Nope.

What I miss?     Turkey sandwiches. Seriously, I really want a flipping cold turkey sandwich.

What I’m looking forward to?     Our ultrasound next week!

growing things

Welp, two and a half weeks ago I peed on a stick and sure enough the hCG spiked the double line. Upon discovering the news, Mike cried and has since ended his recreational racquet ball losing streak, which he swears is related. True to our marital dynamic, I did not cry, but immediately began to research miscarriage odds, which I continue to do to this day. Despite knowing better, I can’t help my Google habits after seeing my sister go through two heartbreaking losses. I’m constantly working on surrendering my anxiety, and have reasoned that I’ll consider nursery paint colors once we see a heartbeat.

Due to the intentional effort of zygote making, I was extra aware of the signs. Endurance in my workouts was nonexistent, my notorious terrible sense of smell was given super powers, and my lady humps were looking porn star worthy.

Fun Facts:

How far along?     I am about 6 weeks 1 day.

How big is the baby?     The embryo is the size of a pea.

Weight gain/loss?     + 1 lb which is clearly from Halloween candy and not a pea sized growth in my uterus.

Maternity clothes?     No.

Sleep?     Sleeping great. I could use about 10 more hours on top of the 8 I currently get, though.

Memorable moments this week?     I slept through trick or treating, fake drank at a bachelorette party, wedding, and Halloween party.

Symptoms?     Very hungry and/or nothing sounds good. Teetering from raging bitch to politely sleeping.

Food cravings?     Nope.

Food aversions?     Nope.

What I miss?     Turkey sandwiches and Christmas ale.

What I’m looking forward to?     An ultrasound in two weeks.

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