Ten weeks down!

The first quarter is finished!

I'm a fourth of the way there!

25% done!

And when I think of it that way waking up every morning to vomit straight up stomach acid doesn't seem to bad.

The burning sensation rising from my stomach up into my chest is slightly more tolerable.

My skin reverting back to it's oily adolescent self doesn't bother me nearly as much.

And I suppose it's only fitting that being a 4th of the way done I've gained a total of 4 pounds... it's all about the number 4 as I finish this tenth week of pregnancy.

So in the spirit of 4- here are the four baby names that we like...

Benjamin Kane

Silas Alexander

Elliott Grace

Hadley Anne

... and since we are expecting only one and not quadruplets (thank u God!!!!)... you'll just have to wait around until sometime in the fourth month when we make our final decision :)

9 weeks and counting

Totally just broke down and bought a belly band! My pants are already getting way too tight and let me tell you what a relief it is to not have to button them and feel suffacated by denim, lol!!

Pregnancy has taught me...

1) I actually like having small boobs! Now I know that the bigger they get the more they get in the way!

2) Planning your next meal using the criteria of what will be the least gross food to throw up is actually a very useful skill

3) For every symptom there is a pill. And for every pill there is an added symptom. (But don't worry because there is a pill for that too!)

4) Eve listening to that damn serpent really screwed us women over!

Weeks 7 and 8

So far each passing week has been one nonstop nausaus, dizzying blur.

Eat. Puke. Eat. Puke. Ok what happens if I just drink? Nope, still puke. And puke and puke. There is nothing left in my stomach but acid. Lets puke!

Which only ends up with poor Greg half carrying my zombified carcass to the urgent care center for iv fluids. Fluids would revive me. I'd be able to keep some food down for a bit then everything would just snowball into the aforementioned cycle.

Second trip proved to be slightly more productive because it's where I discovered dissovable zofran <3 heart <3 which seems to be working better for me than simply the pop a pill every 8 hours version.

So now I'm on a new cycle, only it's the pill popping cycle. Zofran and phenergan for nausau... throw in a prenatal and some B6... acebutolol for my bloodpressure... tylenol for the horrible headaches I seem to be getting at night... along with the occassional gas-x or senekot for the horrible constipation that the zofran causes.

Yikes!!! I feel like a junky. Poor baby Stewart has been recieving more drugs in just 9 weeks of gestation than most people take all year.

Pregnancy is no joke!!

These past few weeks should be what we document and show all of the future teenage mothers out there!

I'm excited and I want the baby but still find myself struggling to stay positive after day upon, upon day of this ridiculousness. In utter honesty these past few weeks have not been pretty. There were days when I was a complete and total mess. Yet day in and day out Gregory has been there... he's been my biggest cheerleader... and there are days that I take out how crappy I feel on him which makes me pretty sure I don't deserve him... but he's still there.

Solid. Positive. Empathetic.

And you can't really ask for more than that :)