Y o u ' r e i n W e e k 6
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Your embryo (at this tiny stage, she's still not technically considered a baby or even a fetus yet) is enjoying her first huge growth spurt. Although she still resembles a tadpole more than anything else, she's sprouting tiny buds that eventually will become arms and legs. Already her vital organs, including the heart, kidneys, and liver, are in place and growing. That's one good reason to pay close attention to your diet. Calcium-rich foods help bones, heart, and muscles grow -- milk, cheese and tofu are all good sources.

Antejay: Dumbo's Feather = Remember the movie 'Dumbo'? Dumbo was able to fly when he had his magic feather-but there really wasn't any magic in the feather-it was just in his head. Dumbo's Feather = Placebo

Let me just start this post with BLAH! Dumbo's feather didn't quite cut it on Wednesday night. I was doing great until bedtime. I took the bands off to take a shower and left them off for a couple hours. When I was getting myself tucked into bed, I slipped them back on. About 25 minutes later, I was practically convulsing with nausea and chills. It was getting so rough and I was shaking so hard I had to go crawl onto the couch. I tried ginger ale, repositioning the bands, choking down a ginger snap, water, you name it. Nothing helped. The only thing that seemed to remotely help was being in an upright position. Everytime I slumped over or got horizontal, the nausea would come back. So, needless to say, I got a bunch of informercials on TV and a rerun of Sex and the City. When I finally did catch a couple Zs, I had a horrific, realistic dream that I had a miscarriage. Bah!

I felt better around 5:30a and crawled into bed with John. The alarm went off at 6:00 and there was just no way I was getting out of bed until 7:00 or 7:30. After that, I was fine. Go figure.

So, lesson learned: Always keep food in my stomach. I think the reason I was illin' so bad, was because I had eaten a fairly light, carby dinner and then nothing else. Last night I made sure that I ate something about every two hours and ended the night with a bowl of rice pudding. It was a little bit tough to get it down, but in the end, I slept all night. Man..... I got so much to learn.

5 weeks, 4 days....

.....awww heck,let's just call it 6 weeks!

I don't get the whole calculation-thing associated with pregnancy. I go on one website and it says I'm 6 weeks. I look in my little pregnancy journal (which, by the way, is the coolest thing ever invented) and it says I'm only in week 4. Bah. I wanna speed it up! Well, no I don't. I really do want to take my time and enjoy all of the little nuances.... but I want to do that when I'm between 13 and 24 weeks. I think that will be my prime time. Ahhh.... nevertheless.

I'm having a good day today. I ran out at lunch and picked up those EZ Travel bands or Seabands and plopped those suckers on around 12:30p today. Since then, not a hint of nausea. I think I may have found Dumbo's feather! I'm just thrilled! On a different note, I have been having some period-like cramping since Monday. It worries me slightly, but everyone I've talked to and all of the websites say that this is normal (especially when not accompanied by spotting) and that it's just my uterus expanding. Hmmmm.... I can't wait for next week. I was able to reschedule the ultrasound so that John can be there with me. Fingers-crossed that everything turns out okay.

Hmmmm.... kinda pooped and need to clean house. Check ya later.

All knocked up.

So, I'm pregnant. I honestly can't believe it as I type it. I can’t say that I’m shocked---because I do understand how the birds and the bees do their thang. I guess I just didn’t think that it would ever happen. I remember being little and swearing up and down that I would NEVER get pregnant and have kids when I was older. Why not? “Because you throw up” Would be my answer. I’ve had a deep-rooted, completely irrational fear of vomiting for as long as I can remember. I think there’s even a name for it…. Emetophobia --- or something like that. I’ve read up a little bit on it and it’s quite interesting to see how many people actually have this same fear. Well, I think the best way to rid myself of the fear it jump headfirst! Aside from tongue-kissing someone with a stomach bug, this has to be the ticket, right? (For those of you who don’t understand….no, I didn’t get pregnant to confront a fear-‘that’ would be irrational…)

So here I am, about six weeks along according to all of the pregnancy calculators that litter the internet. I feel….okay…. The last couple of days have been interesting. It seems like as soon as I entered my sixth week of pregnancy, the nausea fairy decided to come for a visit, bring all of her shit and stay in the guestroom for a while. I haven’t prayed to the porcelain god, yet. Just lots of ‘ick’ feelings. And it’s all day, too. Screw the terminology ‘Morning Sickness’.

Other than that, things seem to be going great. I have my first ultrasound scheduled in a couple weeks. I’m trying to arrange it so that John can be there, too. I think it would be nice for him to be able to see that I’m actually knocked up and not just looking for an excuse to be ultra-picky with food and then eat everything in sight.

And as you’ll notice in the ‘comments’ section from the last post-my Aunt was nice enough to point out the fact that twins run in the family. I remember my grandmother mentioning a long time ago that I was a good candidate. I told John and he’s just giddy with that possibility. We only want two kids and for him, if we can take care of that in one punch-all the better. Oh, and Anna-the-Psychic at work says that she sees two symbols in my hand, one boy and one girl-but she says that she only sees me having a daughter. A bit troubling, but I think I’m okay with it. I think there are quite a few pregnancies that start out as two and ultimately end as one. I’m just hoping the ultrasound will be able to show how many little stinkers are in there (please let there be one!)