The First Trimester is the Deepest.

When I walked into the doctor's office on November 26, I did not expect to walk out knowing I was a mother. In fact, just ten minutes before my appointment ended, my doctor was discussing a treatment plan for me that would require me waiting almost a year before I could carry a bundle of joy.  A knock at the door and a positive pregnancy test later, that prescription was no longer needed.  I was a mommy sitting next to a daddy.

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:

• I cry over everything. Like,  I cried watching Tommy Boy a few weeks ago.  Yeah.  Tommy Boy.

• 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.  

Happy Weekend!!!