~ Welcome, Belly Fruit
According to the most scientific of resources (Google search), the blob is now the size of a large raspberry and as of next week, the size of a strawberry. If I only wanted to eat more fruit. There are two mangos and a carton of organic strawberries in the fridge just waiting to be eaten and all I want are salty, carb-heavy foods. Not looking good, not good at all. Before I go to bed tonight I'm eating a serving of strawberries. Take that, hormones! Although... I do have some Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream from Ben & Jerry's in the freezer. It's kind of like fruit, right? (I ate the Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream.)
Another Monday, another picture:
Not much has changed except that Karl has given the blob a new nickname: Belly Fruit. I know, it's terrible, but until we know what's going on, "Belly Fruit" it is. Or how about BF? It's from a Simpsons quote where Cletus the slack-jawed yokel's wife yells, "Gimme back my belly fruit!" when someone tries to take her baby away. Classy.
Still not high on energy and my appetite has been up and down. Been feeling more nauseated lately but no vomiting, thank god, because I detest throwing up - I'd make the world's worst bulimic. Tums have been helping some. Might be time to hit the soup.
Your dad has been really great throughout all of this. We tried watching a movie on Saturday and I fell asleep 30 minutes into it. He let me nap for an hour, no questions asked. Same thing happened again yesterday. It's so amazing to know that I have someone like him to rely on.
So many women go through this alone, either by circumstance or by choice, and I cannot imagine the stress they feel. The state of being pregnant is pervasive and constant; it is the first thought on my mind when I wake and the last on my mind when I sleep. I just move around thinking, "I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant." Knowing that someone else is there, caring and attentive, helping to share the worry and uncertainty, makes such an enormous difference in my physical and mental health. Being pregnant and without a partner... I can't even imagine.
I was so worried after last Saturday's middle-of-the-night freakout that I purchased another pregnancy test, a $5 cheapo, on Wednesday. As I hoped (knew), the stick screamed positive in about 0.2 seconds. It turned positive so fast I later told Karl, "@#$%, am I having twins?" Still, it's positive and we all need some reassurance every now and then.
We are anxiously counting down the days until we get to see you. One more week! Here's hoping for a heartbeat, Belly Fruit.