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Week 8
~ At the Beginning

The best place to start a story is at its beginning. Hope no one minds if I decide that week 8 is the beginning and not back track to the date of conception. Gosh, everyone knows how that happened anyway. Let's see, six months trying to conceive, one miscarriage at 6 weeks in January would make the beginning of this story. April 1st, I ovulated, we went for it and 13 days later on the day before Tom's birthday, we knew we were pregnant. Since then, there hasn't been much to tell. I started getting nauseous two weeks ago. We told our families last week. I don't even go in for my first prenatal appointment until June 5th. So, for the moment, I have been hanging out with my daughter, Emily and just living life.

Well, not entirely true. Today, my mother dragged me to the city with her. My 9 year old brother had a pulmonology appointment this morning. Its impossible for my mother to keep track of her own kids, so Emily and I usually get dragged alone whenever they go anywhere. Today wasn't any exception. We got to sit in a waiting room and watch three wild and obnoxious kids while my mother went in to see the doctor with my brother. Not much news there. They won't take him off the steroids because he is using his rescue inhaler too much still. They want him to move his pet rabbit outside. And, they gave him a prescription for Zyrtec so that he can start taking it when the oak trees shed this fall. They would like to try and avoid another near death hospitalization with him this fall.

After that, my mother had to go shopping. Typical pattern for her: have money will spend. So, off to the mall we went. I didn't realize we would be traipsing all over the mall, so I didn't pack Emily's sling OR stroller. So, we get there and mom pulls out the umbrella stroller for the 2 1/2 year old, but insists that he can't walk because she doesn't want to keep up with him. So, I got to carry Emily all over the mall for well over 2 hours. I got Emily's portraits taken, which was my only goal. Then, we ate lunch at Olive Garden. I was exhausted. I didn't think that I was that tired or pregnant yet, but carrying around a 15 month old child for over 2 hours hurt my back, legs, ligaments and just about everything else!

Excuse me, but I really don't understand my mother. Daniel, the 2 1/2 year old was PERFECTLY capable of walking and he wanted to! But, she wasn't about to inconvenience herself, so she had no problem making me carry Emily. I think that's a bit inconsiderate. No, I think that incredibly inconsiderate. So, now I am feeling like I am pregnant, other than the nausea I experience every day, for the first time. Then again, perhaps that's all a good sign. If I feel pregnant, what are the odds of losing this one? Hopefully, I won't lose it. I really don't think that I will. And the further I go without any problems, the more confident I feel that I will carry to term this time. I will still breath a sigh of relief when I hit 12 weeks. I think most mothers do.

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