August 26, 2009

• Week 10 (According to Some People)

  *Originally written July 28th*

  So it appears there are conflicting opinions about how far along I am. Some of the pregnancy bulletins I receive in my inbox say I'm 9 weeks pregnant, some say 10. Counting along with what my doctor told me a few weeks ago, I'm 10 weeks. And I'm sticking to it, gosh dang it! I'm just hoping that my next appointment won't show that I'm actually a week behind like some of my emails say. Boo. Don't make me wait another week for my baby!

  I'm really hoping the next two weeks go by quickly. I'm just dying to tell my news. It's so hard to keep such a huge secret. Especially a secret that seems to be taking over my entire life! Everyday I almost talk myself into just telling the world via Twitter or Facebook status. I'm already very lenient with my Twitter, and people watching closely have already figured it out. But I'm more reserved on Facebook, since pretty much everyone I know in my life is on there. Maybe not my friend, but on there nonetheless. The only thing that keeps me from telling the world is that if I do, heaven forbid, have a miscarriage, I don't want the whole world to have to be disappointed too. I'd rather it just be a small group of us that have to be sad. You're welcome, World.

  My mom called me up the other day to make sure she knew exactly how far along I am. I confirmed the dates with her and she declared that since I will be almost 13 weeks on August 16th when she is teaching Relief Society (the women's hour of Sunday School at our church) that will be the perfect time to announce my pregnancy! I thought that was cute. She must be pretty excited to actually write it on the calendar and include it in her lesson plans. I know the ladies of the ward will be excited too. I wish I was going to be there to tell them myself!

  The nausea is quite bearable now. I usually only get it late at night as I'm going to sleep. Whoever named it "morning sickness" really deserves a slap across the face though. It's so misleading. For about a week I had it 24/7. And now it hits around midnight. I try to be asleep before then but sleeping is not as easy as it once was. I thought the sleep problems would come once I was huge and uncomfortable, but sadly, that is not the case. I have always slept on my sides, or at least the last 10 years since my accident. I sleep especially well on my right side with my right arm up under my pillow. But not anymore! Now if I lay like that for more than half an hour my arm loses all circulation and it's totally dead when I wake up. I also wake up numerous times to pee or roll over my give my arms a break. I tried sleeping on my back, but it was impossible as always. And I guess that's fine since after the first trimester I'm not allowed to sleep on my back anyways. I don't know what is making me so uncomfortable, but sleeping is a real pain.

  And Jeremy is just the best. He cleans the house and does the laundry without being asked. He is super sweet to me and takes me to the grocery store at night for orange sherbet if I ask about five times. Even Joey does the dishes sometimes without being asked. I really appreciate all of these efforts. The exhaustion is still pretty tough. Most days I just want to lay on the couch all day. Showering is about the extent of my energy level. The other day I took a shower, shaved my LEGS, BLOW DRIED MY HAIR, got dressed in REAL CLOTHES, and felt like I'd really accomplished something. All I could do for the rest of the day was lay down. I rarely blow dry my hair anymore. It just takes way too much energy and effort. Holding my arms up like that? No thank you. And putting on something besides a T-shirt and pajama pants? Unbearable. I can't even shower everyday. When I fold laundry, I feel like I'm doing it with dumbbells in my hands. It's just the craziest thing.

  Jer has been extra sweet too. I seem to get more hugs and sweet things said to me. The other night he mentioned that our relationship felt very new again. There seems to be more snuggling in bed too. We've always been snuggly sleepers, but he seems even more snuggly lately. That has been good and bad. It's usually great, but last night I felt pretty nauseous. Jeremy was already asleep as I turned off the TV and tried to get comfortable. As I was scooting around he rolled over and snuggled up behind me putting his arm around me. When he does that he often kisses my neck and tells me he loves me too but I don't remember that last night. All I remember is getting all melty that he was being so sweet, but feeling like I might puke on his hand at any second. I didn't have the heart to pull away, but it was physically very comfortable to sleep like that, so luckily I fell asleep quickly and it was fine.

  Well, that's a pretty good round up of Week 10. Just 8 days until my next doctor appointment! I hope I get to hear the heartbeat...that would be nice.

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