Sleepy time over?

Missy seems to be less tired lately. Maybe the part of the pregnancy where she's always very sleepy is coming to an end!

Of course, now that my love is actually awake to hang out with me again past 9:30pm or so, I'm off to India for a couple of weeks on business! Hopefully things won't change too much while I'm gone!

Gobble gobble

Well, Thanksgiving has come and gone . . . our last one without you little bean!

For Thanksgiving we went to North Carolina to celebrate with Jon's family, and had a wonderful time (and lots and lots of pie). It wasn't super-warm, but still warmer than Michigan (where it snowed -- nah nah). Jon's cousin had a baby girl a few weeks ago, and it was pretty amazing to see this perfect tiny little baby and think that in a few months we'll be the mommy and daddy! Of course, the more I thought about that the more the baby looked hideously large, as I realized that something that size will have to come out of me. First thought: eww, icky. Second thought: ouch, that's gotta hurt. Third thought: I think I'll go into denial about how babies come into the world, at least for the next couple months. :)

Now that we're heading to the end of the first trimester the first pregnancy symptoms are fading. The seatbelt across my chest no longer makes me want to cry, and I have a lot more energy too. So Jon is actually able to come home from work and find a wife that is awake, not a woman in a coma. And I've managed to stay up past 10:30 for the last week and a half. Go me! What a party animal. Still hate chili and love pickles though. Speaking of, I haven't had my pickle today, hmm. I can hear it calling . . . I think I'll sign off now!

Ode to Pickles

Pickles could quite possibly be one of God’s greatest gifts to man. Or at least to this pregnant woman. My pickle binge all started last weekend, when I visited my cousins in Ohio. Some innocent looking pickles came with my sandwich, and by the end of the meal I had eaten everyone else’s pickles too!

Now, normally I am a pickle fan, but after that one meal I couldn’t stop thinking about pickles. Kosher, dill, spears, slices! I DON’T CARE WHICH; I JUST HAVE TO HAVE PICKLES. This might be my first pregnancy craving! Thankfully, Jon stocked the house for me before I got too hormonal (I thought I was going to have a meltdown when I didn’t have any pickles on Monday). If loving a pickled veggie this much is wrong, I don't wanna be right. :) The way I’m going through them though, we might have to restock soon. You’re turning me into a pickle-holic little bean! Is there a support group for that? :)

11 weeks -- officially a fetus!

Now that we're at the 11 week mark, our baby has officially moved from the "embryo" stage to the "fetus" stage! Pretty cool. Apparently the baby now has all life-critical organs formed; they just need to mature.

The detailed update, courtesy of babycenter.com: Your fig-sized baby is now fully formed — measuring 1 1/2 inches long and weighing in at a quarter of an ounce. His skin is still transparent, allowing many of his blood vessels to show through. Some of his bones are beginning to harden, and tiny toothbuds are starting to appear under his gums. His fingers and toes have separated, and he may soon be able to open and close his fists. He's already busy kicking and stretching, and his tiny movements are so fluid they look like water ballet. These movements will increase as his body grows and becomes more developed and functional. As his diaphragm develops, your tiny tenant may also start to get the hiccups. Because he's still so small, though, you won't feel any of his workouts or intrauterine gulps until sometime between weeks 16 and 20.

As a side note, pregnancy sure has some strange side-effects. It never occurred to me before we got pregnant that my lovely wife would ever be publicly posting about the state of her breasts! :-)

Flotation Devices

Well, I'm pretty sure that my boobs could legally be classified as flotation devices. They are getting ridiculously large (and really heavy -- I'm dragging around what feels like 10 pound weights here!). Of course if anyone actually tried to grab hold of these "flotation devices" they would have their head removed pretty quickly. :) I read in the books that they would be "tender" but I don't think that's really the best description. It should be something more like, "they will hurt so much that should your husband even cast a glance at them you will immediately want to get in the fetal position and cry." The doctor said that the pain will go away once I reach the second trimester. It better, or else I'm coming after her to show her what "tender" really means. :)