We got our last scan at the RE's office yesterday. We got marvelous pictures and the babe is measuring ahead of schedule at 8w6d (I was 8w3-4d yesterday). Heartbeat is nice and fast and we can see the beginnings of the umbilical cord. The little gummy bear looks so different from just two weeks ago--it is flabbergasting, really. I guess this finally feels, well...real.
I guess I should have known--I haven't felt too swell lately. Behold my dinner last night. I prepared a marvelous lemon-parmesan asparagus pasta, only to turn my nose up at it at serving time. Instead I indulged in ginger ale, a sleeve of Saltines, and half a bag of Sour Patch Kids. It is literally the only thing I wanted to eat. At least I'm eating. And often. One of my friends whom I work with (also a lesbian, also an English teacher, also pregnant, also already has a son--weird or what?) told me she gets so sick of eating and I thought she was exaggerating.
And now I'm off to eat more crackers.
4 comments:
I'm with you... made a hugely incredible dinner last night and almost threw up when I tried to eat it. That feeling would be very useful the rest of the year (without the nausea) for dieting purposes... ;-) Hope you feel better!
Hope the cracker phase passes soon. I am right there with ya! Congrats on all of the good news!
*sighs wistfully* Not just 1 but 2 beautiful little babies!
wow 4 years. hope you feel better soon.
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