I can't come close to describing how I elated I was upon hearing the good news. It was the first time in my life that I cried for joy. I wanted this more than anything.
The months that have followed this wonderful news have not been easy. But as I started to write about all of the sickness and physical difficulties, it seemed stupid to complain. I have waited for this my entire life! Many women wait for this for years. In some ways, morning (all day) sickness has been a huge comfort to me. My body is changing and adapting to the growing life inside. I cannot think of a more worthy cause to dedicate myself to.
On the other hand, my husband has been super lucky in the sense that he has had the opportunity to live with a deranged psycho-path. This is helping him become way cultured. Allow me to elaborate:
- For about two months I hated pretty much everything. (Everything and food are synonyms, right?)
- I have become obsessed with washing my hands after touching anything. Yesterday at Walmart James asked me if I could push the cart for a minute, and I cried a little. So many germs, you guys!
- Most of the things I eat revolve around the thought, "Will I be able to function if I throw this up and never want to eat this again." After a very emotional situation involving frozen yogurt, I've got to be super picky.
- I've started using a belly band, even though my protuberance is nowhere near protruding. It just makes me feel pregnant.
- Half of the smells I smell remind me of pickles.
- James has resorted to keeping his potted meat collection in a drawer in his office, and he sneakily eats it when I'm in another room. (Okay, maybe I'm turning him into a weirdo, too ;))
I could go on and on, but I'll spare you the ones that make me sound like I could be committed (for now).
In a little over a week we get to find out what the gender of this little baby . . . and I am SO excited! I can't wait to start really preparing. I can honestly say that I don't have a preference. James and I will both be ecstatic either way.