So I'm 15 weeks pregnant. Due in early February. And yeah, I am totally stoked. I know I may have a couple friends who may think that it's odd that I went from "I don't know if I want kids" to "pregnant" in less than a year, but that is what happened, and I really couldn't be more excited.
I have been excited basically since we got somewhat of a surprise when I got an instant positive pregnancy test the week of our wedding anniversary. I say somewhat because up until that moment, we really didn't think I was pregnant, for multiple reasons.
But I am pregnant, and we are going to have a baby, and up until a few weeks ago I was cautiously excited. Cautiously because anything can happen in the first trimester, and I didn't want to be too excited only to have my hopes dashed.
Which sounds silly to type out, but there you go. But. BUT! Four weeks ago we got to hear our baby's heartbeat, which erased pretty much all of my fears. Then we got to see our baby, because in an odd turn of events, there was a brief (ahem four hour ahem) period where we thought I may be carrying twins. But this is a singleton pregnancy. And well? Doubts? Erased. Love? All there.
To say the eight weeks between finding out we're going to have a baby and hearing our baby for the first time was a picnic might actually make me gag. Not because it wasn't a thrilling, exciting, scary time, but because I was nauseated all. the. time. Like, the things they tell you about eating first thing in the morning to stave off nausea? I would eat and then feel sick the rest of the day. It. Was. Bad.
I mean, we ate pizza NINE TIMES from week six until nine, when suddenly the idea of pizza was repulsive. Guys, food aversions? Weirdest thing ever. I haven't had many, but the ones I've had? Weird.
The food aversions are almost never the same two weeks in a row. Which, in some ways is good. In others? Frustrating. I'll go a week where all I want to eat with my lunch is Cheetos and strawberries, but the minute I stock up on those foods? The next week they'll make me gag. The two weeks where yogurt was Too Much was not fun. I rely on yogurt. It's one of my favorite foods.
But that's getting better, for the most part. Something I'm extremely grateful for. As I get more and more of a bump I'm getting less and less nausea. I still have some food aversions, but they're so varied they're really not worth mentioning (okay, cottage cheese? no. Ricotta? AMAZING).
Cravings on the other hand? All over the place. My hormones DO NOT LIKE SWEET. But savory? Bring it on. Sharp cheddar? I want it all. The only sweet thing I've really craved is lemon popsicles, and I totally cried in the supermarket when I couldn't find them, because in that moment they were all I wanted.
Yep. Pregnancy is weird. But I'm loving it for the most part. There is so much about it that is amazing - I'm building a human! From scratch! One that has arms and legs and is getting bigger every day! That I can't help but look ahead in my pregnancy app to see what this baby is doing this week while I go about my day (and night).
Now, I can't feel the baby yet. I also can't button half of my pants. And while I don't intend this blog to become all about motherhood, baby, and pregnancy, I would like to go more toward family lifestyle blogging. So keep an eye out for pregnancy favorites (so far, which is not your standard favorites post), and what I've been wearing.
But this mama? Needs some sleep! Back soon with more, my friends!