6 weeks 5 days

Ugh.  Morning sickness is the worst.  Most days, I can control it by eating little bits throughout the day so that I never get hungry.  Some days, like this past Friday and Saturday, it doesn't matter what I do.  And those days are always work days.  ......aaaaand I work in a restaurant, so that's awesome, getting to smell the disgusting food smells (our food isn't really disgusting, that baby just thinks that) all day. 

I've heard ginger helps, so this week I'm going to try to find a candy or something with ginger in it to attempt to combat the nausea.  I'm also finding that Biscoff cookies (the kind you get on the airplane) are helping.  And I haven't thrown up (yet), but that's normal for me, I feel miserable and horrible and barfy but never have any action to back it up (as in cases of motion sickness).  It's a rare occasion for me to vomit, and I'm not looking forward to it.  But according to all the pregnancy apps and information, I should start feeling better around week 13, so only 6 or 7 more weeks of wanting to die! 

Scott is getting more and more excited about this.  He keeps insisting we're having a boy, and will use male pronouns and talk about his son, and follow it up with the afterthought, "......or daughter."  I'm really feeling like the baby will be a girl.  That's my gut feeling.  I honestly don't care either way, I just want a BABY!  But I'm not really as interested in thinking of boy names or anything, I'm just focused on the girl aspect.  Plus, kooky as this sounds, I went on a website and took a Chinese gender prediction test (it chooses based on your age and the month of conception) that is reputed to be 90% accurate, and it says girl.  So we'll see. 

Scott keeps trying to touch my stomach, which I HATE (its always been my least favorite part of myself, and I don't like to have it receive attention).  I keep trying to tell him there's nothing to feel yet (Baby is only pea-sized right now) but he wants his "son" to "receive his energy."  What a goof. 

I already have a registry put together at www.target.com  if anyone is interested :)  I'm figuring we're going to mostly be getting the bigger ticket items ourselves, because I know lots of people are just going to wing it sans registry and get us cute outfits and whatnot, and I don't want to be majorly disappointed when I don't get complete matchy-matchy sets (I sure do love when things match).  Though I know if the bedding set isn't complete I'm going to freak out.  It has owls.  OWLS, PEOPLE!

5 weeks, 3 days

Jon Schaller just suggested I name the baby Wayne Tupac McKenzie if it is a boy.  He's about to get fired from being an uncle.

5 weeks!

This is crazy, I've only known about this pregnancy five days now and I feel like almost every day a new symptom has popped up.  I didn't even think I was pregnant when I took the test, I just thought I was a couple days late due to stress.  I realize now I already had experienced one symptom:  frequent urination.  I didn't realize that occurred so early in the game, but it does.  Later that same day, I could add sore breasts.  Next day was cramping.  Day after that, fatigue.  Next day, Super Smell (let's just say Scott is going to have to eat his stupid Poptarts in the car, because the whole basement seemed to reek of them).  And now I can check off morning sickness.  I've felt slightly queasy all day, off and on.  I am noticing it seems to come around when I'm hungry -- which is a very confusing feeling.  Who feels like eating and throwing up at the same time?  This girl.

When we went to Las Vegas in December, I bought some SeaBands for the plane ride home (which seemed to work, since I didn't throw up again).  I remember reading that they were recommended for use not only for motion sickness, but also for morning sickness.  I think I will probably be cracking those out in the next couple of days, especially for when I am at work.

4 weeks 6 days

I talked to the OB's office today.  I have an appointment set up for May 31, at which point we will get an ultrasound (to confirm the due date) and then see my doctor.  But based on dates and whatnot, the nurse I spoke with said my due date should be January 10, 2013.  And that I am 4 weeks, 6 days (we go up a week each Wednesday). 

I have to figure out what cute theme I am picking for weekly bump photos!  Crap!

I told a couple of people at work on Monday, and will be telling my boss today (Tuesday).  Everyone was excited for me; they know how much I wanted this!  Scott told a friend, Cale, who already has two daughters and was one of our groomsmen.  I believe he said something to the tune of "right on, man!"  I can't wait until Sunday so we can tell our families and make this Internet-Official (at which point I will make this blog public again)! 

I think I'm going to go ahead and send the college buddies a message letting them know they will be uncles, because I'm just so freaking excited about it!  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Current symptoms:  cramping (that "tenseness" I mentioned earlier that is unlike period cramps), sore boobs, and frequent urination.  And I can't stop eating cheese or drinking milk, but that was true beforehand.  And maybe I can super smell the trash in the basement, but Scott wasn't here so I don't know if I have Super Smell or it was just that stinky.

Preggo my eggo?

It is very early Monday, May 7, 2012.  My boss was kind enough to give me Saturday and Sunday off this weekend (which is rather unheard of) but then yelled at me not to waste it.  He made me promise to do something fun.  I don't know that he would qualify it as "fun," but I'm pretty shocked, numb, overjoyed, overwhelmed, excited...you name it. 

As of Saturday I was two or three days late (do I need to spell it out?) and decided that even though I didn't think this would be the month, I would take a pregnancy test first thing upon waking up.  Now, I didn't think this would be the month because I know exactly what day I ovulated (thank you dollar store ovulation test), and it was April 20, the very same day Scott took off with his friend Wags to Bloomington for the night to see the Sublime with Rome concert.  So while a couple of days leading up to ovulation were utilized, ovulation day was a miss. 

So I pee in a cup, and follow the directions on the pregnancy test (also dollar store).  I have to wait 2-3 minutes, and of course I can't look away.  The control line is bright pink immediately, and there's a faint indication of where the test line is, but I look away because I'm sure that is just how the test works, not real, it's tricking me.  I've taken these before, I know you can kind of see the line.  So I wait.  Then I check again.  And again.  Because that is definitely a line.  It's not super strong and bright like the control line, but it is THERE.  OMG YES!  Scott's still at work!  When will he get home! OMG!

So I'm kind of scurrying around, trying to figure out what to do next, and I decide to clean out the mini-fridge here in the basement.  Something has leaked in there, because it's stinky, and everytime you open it it's gross.  So I did that.  Busy work.  Luckily Scott got home fairly quickly.  I let him walk in, asked how his day was, and then I told him.  His first reaction was a couple of bad words, but then he took his shoes off and thought about it for a minute.  Once he'd had time to process it, he smiled and gave me a kiss.  And then I made him take me to Benihana's, where I immediately realized I couldn't drink wine.  Dag, yo.  Also, we saw many purple prom dresses. 

We've decided to keep it hush-hush for a week.  Next Sunday is Mother's Day (how appropriate!) and we will tell our respective mothers that day.  Caryn's even having a cookout at her place, so my brother and sister and mom will all be there.  We went ahead and told my Dad, since I had to tell somebody (who wouldn't blab), and I live with him so that made sense.  He was okay at first, but freaked out a little bit when he realized he needed to decide what to be called - Papaw (neither of us really liked using that term once we hit our teens), G-Pa, Gramps, Old Man Creviston....  Haven't come to a decision yet, though. 

So I am going to try to get an appointment with my doctor on Thursday (it's the day I have off this week) to confirm.  And I have taken two more tests over the past couple of days, both faintly positive.  I'm still late, and my uterus feels tense--not in a crampy, "that-time-of-the-month" way, but different.  And now my boobs hurt a lot.  So.  Symptoms?  Or am I just projecting? 

I'm a planner, so my first reaction is to plan, but then I get overwhelmed within about thirty seconds.  I'm trying to just let it go for now, and wait until there is confirmation from a doctor that Someone is camping out in my insides.

And if there is, according to some app, based off the date of my last period, I'm due January 9.  Oh man, what if this is a Christmas baby.  I always promised myself I wouldn't do that, yet here I am....crap.