Week 9. Food is gross.

Why does the title of my blog have to have the word "chicken" in it?  GAG.

I am having serious food aversions to pretty much everything. (Except cake.) I can't eat vegetables, I can't drink milk, most meat grosses me out (I just gagged typing that)...  
I eat a lot of english muffins and saltines these days. I can't even drink plain water anymore.  Ugh.  I hope this phase passes quickly.

I'm sure you're not surprised to hear that my puking is in full swing now.  Usually only once a day though so it's manageable. I'm back to being awake between 3-5am with extreme nausea every night (which I was SO hoping wasn't going to happen this time around but it seems to be my thing) so that's often when I get sick.  Except for Monday. Monday I had the lovely experience of having to pull over on the side of the highway on the way to work so I could puke over the guard rail during rush hour traffic!  I got some honks. It was pretty awesome.

My life currently consists of thinking about food: What I can and can't stomach, when I'll be okay to eat again, when to time food with my meds... I live an exciting life.

Eyes on the prize though!  I have a visual of my little wiggly baby in there now so that helps a lot :-)

I've been feeling pretty good mentally since our U/S on Tuesday. I'm feeling more connection with this little baby every day and am trying to move beyond the fear and let myself feel some excitement.  I've even started thinking a little bit about how I'd like to decorate the nursery eventually!  

We've told a couple people too - both of my sisters know and a handful of friends. It's so much easier to not have to hide the nausea and exhaustion around them anymore. Last weekend I drove up to Maine to help my parents with their moving sale (they're moving to Florida in 2 weeks!) and I was so sick and it was so difficult to hide it. I can't tell my parents yet though because my Mom is not thrilled about moving and if she knew I was expecting it would make it that much harder for her.  But luckily I had already told my sister and she made a point to (very discreetly) carry all the heavy things so I wouldn't have to and I was so grateful.

Okay I'll stop rambling now. 9 weeks! Baby is the size of a grape!