Super nose

I smell... Everything. I smell celery from five feet away, I can tell what you are cooking before you actually start cooking it and it all makes me gag. Evidently I have super hero preggo nose.

Our Little Miracle!

How far along are you? 6 weeks, two days
How big is baby? Tiny
Maternity clothes? Not yet, but I've been using a beBand here and there
Weight – Loss or Gain? Not really
Stretch marks? Nope!
Sleep: If I could sleep all day, I would.
Best moment this week: Hearing the Bean's heartbeat.
Any Movement?: Not yet
Food Cravings?: I was craving Publix subs ... but morning sickness has nit so I don't want much of anything.
Food Aversions?: Almost everything.
Belly Button in or out? Innie for now
What do you miss: Not feeling sick 24/7
What are you looking forward to: Feeling the Bean move
What was the BEST part of this week? Seeing and hearing the Bean
What was the WORST part of this week? Gagging every time I open the fridge
Weekly Wisdom: Just relax :)
Milestones: Being pregnant!

I'm sure it was a man...

...who thought of the name 'morning sickness' because in NO WAY does this feeling go away after 12pm. Oh, no, it comes on full force, knocks you between the eyes and says, "HA! Go open the fridge and GAG!" And after that, when you are feeling a little bit better and craving pizza Morning Sickness says, "Pizza. Oh, that sounds tasty. Yes, yes ... let's try some pizza," while quietly snickering to herself... knowing full well that just the sight of pizza will send me straight to the bathroom.

Eff you morning sickness! Eff you are your dry heaving, vomit inducing, gagtastic ways!

Dear wedding dress,

When I first tried you on I felt amazing. Like a princess. No, seriously - I did. It hugged my hips the right way and my boobs looked perfect (which happens only on rare occasions!). There wasn't too much bling, no no - just enough to make me look radiant. We knew it was the one when Mother cried. She shed tears of joy and we all cried and hugged and laughed in excitement. Well, we didn't exactly hug and laugh in excitement, but tears were shed!

Yesterday I picked you up and right now you are hanging in the guest room in all your wonderful wedding dress glory. But ... I'm pregnant which means there is a small chance you and I may never get the chance to dance the night away together. What is a pregnant bride to do? I have daily talks with Bean to wait until after the wedding the make Mommy fat, but there is no guessing what children will do. They tend to have a mind of their own. So, in the meantime, as you hang beautifully from the closet I will try my hardest to stop eating pasta and ice cream. It's not good for the baby anyway, right?

Oh, wedding dress. How I hope for us to meet again very soon. Maybe on the night of September 26th, 2010? I hear there's this awesome party going on.

Sweet dreams are NOT made of these

I hate scary movies. Yes, I'm a chicken little. Anything involving monsters, murders and saws freaks me out to no end. Every time a commercial for a scary movie comes on, I rush to the remote to change the channel. So now that this new Nightmare on Elm Street (FYI I'm shuddering at just typing the name and lifting my feet up from the side of the bed) is coming out, I've thoroughly become the little kid who checks her closet before going to sleep.

Now, I never dream. Or I should say, I never did dream - up until now. Pregnancy brings on a whole new meaning to 'active imagination.' Instead of dreaming up pictures of cute little infants in my head during my REM cycle, I'm running away from Freddie Kruger (OMG, I said his name! ::hides under covers::). Last night at around 3:45am I had to pee so bad, but I had just woken from Freddie grabbing me. I looked around the room, noticed I was fine and said to myself, "Stop being a dork, go pee." Then I said to myself, "No! What are you stupid? He's hiding behind the shower curtain!" So, of course, like any rational 25 year old adult, I stayed in bed wiggling because I had to pee so bad. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my very own pregnancy derived opportunity cost. The cost of getting up and possibly being attacked by a FAKE character outweighed the possibility of a UTI. Eventually the fact that I may pee in the bed came about and I had no choice but to get up and urinate (I swear I heard my bladder sigh in relief). No monster grabbed me from behind the shower curtain, nothing was waiting for me by the window and I got back into bed safely and soundly.

I still hate scary movies, though.

And then there were boobs.

Last August I had my third lap. At my weigh in before I was a whooping 140lbs. Yeah, fatty, I know. But because I had surgery on my bowels, I wasn't allowed to eat. For five days. Only clear liquids. So, needless to say, I lost weight. A lot of weight. Roughly 20lbs. I lost a majority of it in my boobs - I went from a 36 C to a 34 B basically over night. It was fabulous!

Enter pregnancy.

Now, I haven't gained too much in the way of weight. I had gone up to 128 from around October to December (thank you winter holidays) and am currently 132. Funny, though ... my pants still fit great because all the weight is back IN MY BOOBS. Not cool. I can see it now. My boobs will far out grown my belly. I know it. I can sense it. My bra is so snug. Mr G. is taking me out tonight to get new ones. :: le sigh:: Most women would be jumping for joy.

Since we hit the 6 week mark, I decided to start the belly pictures.



No bump yet! Don't mind Mr G's shorts. Haha. I secretly lounge in them when he isn't home. It'll be interesting to keep tract of my belly pictures, I'm sure! I'm actually pretty excited to see how everything progresses!