So here we are in November already...and I wish I could tell you that blogging is the only thing I'm behind at in my life.
Alas. I'm behind at practically everything. Except my laundry. I'll count that as a win.
We've had lots of lovely things going on lately, but our biggest news is that Maybe Baby is now Surely. We're having a baby girl and she's due on April 17th.
The best part of all of this is that, at over 16 weeks along, my morning sickness is finally fading to manageable levels.
Cue the choir of angels! Bang the gong! Celebrate in the streets!
I've had a few people ask me how my pregnancy has been going and how I would compare it to how I imagined it would be. Well, it took me three years to get pregnant (and I desperately wanted to be pregnant), so I was hoping that I would adore it.
Let me tell you. This whole pregnancy this is highly overrated. IVF was no picnic, but I was hoping that I'd get a break from some of the less fun symptoms. No dice. From six weeks on it has been one big party centered around crackers, string cheese, and the porcelain throne. I've had vertigo, whooshing in the ears, hot flashes, restless legs, bloody noses, stuffy sinuses...you name it. Set me in front of a teen audience with my zits and cellulite (no glow here!) and those suckers would never have sex again.
I feel silly for how useless I've been the past couple of months. Looking at screens of any kind gave me headaches, so I avoided the computer and the TV like the plague. A couple loads of laundry would take me all day (with naps in between folding sessions) and cooking has been practically non-existent in our home (the smells! the horrible smells!). Whoever named it "morning sickness" was horribly mistaken. Try all day/all night sickness. Blech. I'm so glad to be over the worst of it.
Now that I'm starting to see straight again, am able to eat salad, and am no longer cursing the heavens during every waking moment, I'm looking around in awe at all of my friends and family that have birthed multiple children. I've got a whole new respect for the women in my life. I've also got a long list of questions as to how/why they had more than one child. Women are tough cookies.
(As I'm reading over what I've written so far, I'm thinking I'm sounding a little hard-done-by. I'm not. Life is good. I've had it fairly easy. I'm just grateful that the worst of it is coming to an end.)
Switching from complaints to SCIENCE...fertility science is THE COOLEST. The more I learn about pregnancy and the human body, the more I think WHAAAA? and WOWWWW!
I have a picture of my "baby" at five days old. It's 150 cells and looks more like a biology class slide presentation than what will become a baby, but it's pretty much the neatest thing ever. Also, we found out the gender at 10 weeks! 10 weeks, people! From a vial of blood drawn from the crook of my arm!
The day after we found out that Maybe is a girl, we celebrated by buying a couple baby dresses (Janie and Jack will probably take the majority of our bank account from now on. yikes!) and building some shelves in her room. We've been working on other projects off-and-on as the whim strikes, and the room is really coming together.
Check out the shelves and the dresser we bought for $25 at a yard sale (and painstakingly refurbished)...and my favorite thing: the stuffed animal that looks like a mini copy of Mr. Bear.