Last week of the first trimester, which is so odd. You mean I've been "technically" pregnant for three entire months?! Didn't I just pee on the stick? No? Crazy. At this rate I'll be having this baby in no time. Maybe I should start to think about cribs and strollers and bedding and furniture and the like. Not to mention decide if we're going to try and find another home to rent, and let me tell you, we're both REAL excited about that thought. It's not that we aren't enjoying this place, we are, I just can't picture my little baby playing on the hardwood floor, and this morning I lay awake wondering where in the world we were going to store all the diapers and clothes and all the other odds and ends that come with taking care of a child. Cause right now I have no idea, we're using both mini-closets and WHERE ARE THE ONESIES GOING TO GO?!??!??!
And this goes on and on until oh! huh, that's Caleb's alarm going off. Wonderful. I just lost two hours of sleep. Sweet.
I am officially entering the Headache Stage of pregnancy, and hoo boy are they somethin'. Nice deep, throbbing pain in the temples. My first clue that these headaches meant business was this weekend when I had one from Friday evening until Sunday morning. It was great. Sometimes I imagine a little gnome inside twisting some kind of mini vice and shrieking with glee. A walk used to be part of my after-work routine and now I'm back to lying in bed, both fists jammed into my temples and waiting for the Tylenol to kick in. Dreaming about Excedrin. Oh Excedrin, how I miss thee!
But! I think I'm officially down to one pee-run a night and while that might not mean anything to you, it means an extra two hours of sleep for me and duuuuuuude. So nice.
So today I went to my FTS (First Trimester Screen) ultrasound, a genetic screening test. Basically determining my chances for the baby to have either Down Syndrome or Trisomy 18. I told Caleb he didn't need to come because I wasn't exactly sure what to expect and it was in the middle of the day and....that was a mistake. It was awesome, I can't believe how fast they grow. It's starting to look like a real live baby, with a cute little nose and everything. It wasn't in the right spot for the test so the technician dude (yes, these are technical terms) practically beat my stomach like a bongo drum to get the baby to move. It worked, thank heavens, because I had to pee again (for like the bazillionth time today, somethin' about that Propel...) and had he continued we both would have been sorry.
People, my baby has lips! And they moved! And check out those nuchal folds down there, (white lines on the baby's neck area) those are some good lookin' folds. So far so good. I'll have another test around 18 weeks to double check.
According to some websites I should be starting to show now, even having people ask me how far along I am, and according to others I shouldn't be showing for another few weeks. So. I'm definitely not in either category, more in the woah-girl-lay-off-the-seconds-category. And put down that donut. (Except I hate donuts...so maybe put down that delicious chip) I'm slowly running out of shirts that fit, and the need for a new bra is high. I checked out the bra's at Target but was turned off by the huge, loose grandma bra's they had marked as "Maternity Bra's". Are they serious? Do they realize that women these days don't wear Mom Jeans anymore? Times have changed! We need support!
Ah, sleep lines. If only they meant I'd actually been sleeping, rather than worrying since 5 am.











































