Another week and not a lot of changes. I've had a few queasy days but nothing that's forced me to use my pills or Seabands, so I think that's doing well, right?
Over the weekend I had a wicked craving for A&W Root Beer. Big time. But there isn't one super close to us so we ended up at KFC and I decided I could settle for Mug Root Beer. Only...the syrup was out. Of course. So I suffered through Sierra Mist, which, bytheway, is not delicious. We went grocery shopping a few nights ago and bought some Diet A&W and let me tell you, that was the best can of soda I've ever had. I enjoy a good soda now and then, but this was insane, like finally getting a drink of water after working out all day long. It was that satisfying.
Thursday, as I mentioned already, we went to our last infertility ultrasound and saw the baby move for the first time, which was so wild. Apparently he / she is now 3 - 5 cm long and weighs 8 grams. Which doesn't really mean anything to me, but grams are pretty small, right? Amalah from Zero to Fourty said that the baby is about the size of a lemon, so I'm going with that. I can imagine a lemon. Also! We've got fingernails! And toenails! Woo! Just like on Juno. ("All babies want to get borned! All babies want to get borned!") I also read somewhere that not only is the baby bouncing around in there, but it also gets the hiccups! How crazy is that? I get the hiccups nearly every time I walk into a Target (Caleb says because I'm so excited, but I don't believe that...) and I wonder if the baby does too. Probably not though.
My nose is still a Super Sniffer, which was very apparent on Saturday when we went to pick out a bike for Caleb. We went with a guy in our ward who knows a lot about bikes and could help Caleb figure out what kind he wanted and he took us to a few...well, hole in the wall bike shops. You know the kind, where the men running them (always men) are in their sixties or seventies, thin, wild Doc Brown style hair, that go on...and on....and on....about bikes. We literally sat there for hours (or so it seemed) while he rattled off about this bike and that...well. I don't know anything about bikes so I can't even say what he talked about, I just looked at the pictures on the walls and waited until Caleb made his decision. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is the bike shops REEKED. Nine million rubber tires and grease and stale coffee and metal and junk all potpourried together to make one horrifically rancid stench.
All in all though, I know I'm lucky. Today I went to a prenatal nutrition class and one woman there was 13 weeks along and has been puking three times a day every single day since she became pregnant. This is what I was expecting to happen to me and have been pleasantly shocked by my good fortune. I never get lucky. Until now. I can only hope and pray it continues until we have a beautiful healthy baby. I can't wait.
I still don't see anything! Just a cute swimming suit and a tiny tummy. It feels like it's week 18 or 19 though, so I guess my expectations are unrealistic.
Posted by: Jess | April 24, 2008 at 07:46 AM
Kim- Here is the website with hilarious pregnancy stories. Check it out--- Smith magazine is amazing and one of my favorites!
http://www.smithmag.net/pregnancy-contest/
Posted by: Tara | April 24, 2008 at 02:29 PM
Thanks Tara! Hilarious! And seriously, the pregnancy dreams are absolutely insane! :)
I'm with you Jess, it's felt like ages!
Posted by: Kimba | April 25, 2008 at 10:11 AM
This was an age of innocence and happiness.*
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