Since our housewarming party in October, we have not done a single home improvement project. We had spent months slaving away and we were exhausted. I can’t even put into words how tired I was of painting. Just the mere mention of it and I would break out into a cold sweat.
So, we decided to focus on a different kind of home improvement project. We decided to build a baby. We’d been talking about it for awhile but were both a littler nervous to pull the trigger. Then we finally realized, we have a house, secure jobs, and we’re not getting any younger. It’s now or never. I figured that it would take 6 months to a year at least before I actually got pregnant so we would have plenty of time to get used to the idea of a baby, save a little money, and finish painting.
Parenthood lesson #1: You are no longer in control.
I learned this 4 weeks after we decided to have a baby when I stood starting at a positive pregnancy test in my bathroom on a Monday night at around 10:30 pm. To say I was shocked would be putting it mildly. Of course I felt excited and incredibly blessed that this happened so easily for us, especially since we have several close friends whose journey towards having a baby was long and emotionally draining. However, if I’m being perfectly honest, my first emotions were not these, they were shock and fear. What had we done? We can’t be parents! I need at least 8 hours of sleep a night! What if the baby doesn’t like me? Does this mean we have to paint the guest room again?
I vacillated between being excited and completely terrified in the first few weeks. One minute I would worry about how we are going to afford child care and another car payment (because my ’98 two door Mitsubishi Mirage is borderline unsafe for me, let alone a baby), the next minute I would be thinking about baby names and how we’re going to walk to Elings park and roll around in the grass together.
I’m now just over 10 weeks and finally starting to get into the swing of things. Chris, bless his heart, gets up every morning at 5 am to get me a bowl of cereal and 1/2 a Unisom (my only line of defense against the dreaded morning sickness). I still feel nauseous pretty much every waking minute, but it’s tolerable…just barely. The other morning while brushing my teeth I became nauseous so suddenly that I threw up in the sink. (Just FYI for my faithful but few readers, I will not be censoring myself here, this is the real deal. Being pregnant is magical but horrifying at the same time and is nowhere near as glamours as all these movie stars with their precious little bumps make it out to be.)
Here she/he is at 8 weeks:
We don’t get to find out the sex until around 20 weeks *stomps foot* so until then we just call it the Meatball. (Until my morning sickness really kicked in I was eating meatball sandwiches like crazy)
Oh, and my due date is August 7th. Stay tuned!