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 :)

Pregnancy has taught me...

1) We don't scrub our toilets nearly enough.
2) Some foods were never meant to be thrown up. Ice cream tastes horrible the second time around, mash potatoes come up in nasty clumps and rice returns pretty much as swallowed. Perhaps I should work on my chewing!
3) EVERYONE will ask you how you are feeling which will eventually wear on your nerves and make you want to give some rather inappropriate replys. So far I have restrained myself but I'm only 8 weeks so just give me time!!!
4) My stomach hates me!
5) I would choose diarrhea over constipation anyday!
and
6) I will definitely not miss the compulsion to check the toilet paper for even the most microscopic twinge of blood everytime I wipe!

Six weeks

If I could sum up week six of this pregnancy it would be puking, puking and more puking!!!

Oh how I despise those women who just rave about how easy their pregnancy was and how wonderful they felt.

*&!#$Insert profanity here*&!#$

So far I absolutely hate being pregnant!!!

I lack the words to adequately describe how I feel. At best my body just feels weird, like something is off. My skin feels strange and my stomach feels funny. At my worst I'm hovering over the toilet puking my guts out, feeling like my insides are being ripped apart by terrible gas pains, with the world spinning around me and my head pounding relentlessly.

For the most part I've been curled up in a little ball either on the couch or on the bed. At first I was only sick on and off. Since wednesday evening I've been throwing up atleast 10 times a day... starting friday night I threw up anything solid that I tried to eat.

If I eat, I puke.

If I move, I puke.

It feels like if I even breath wrong, I puke.

I absolutely hate all of the food commercials on tv.

I can't stand kisses or Greg trying to cuddle up to me.

I hate car rides... what don't I hate at the moment, lol?!

The ob prescribed me zofran which I've heard is a miracle drug for some but it didn't work well for me. It works by suppressing serotonin and my anxiety medicine that I'm dosing off of works by increasing seretonin so in my nonexpert opinion I think both meds are canceling each other out. Not to mention that the ob wants me to take 1 pill every 12 hours but my insurance will only pay for 12 pills every 15 days. I'm not all that good at math but even I know that doesn't add up!

The one bright side to this week was Greg's winging ceremony. For almost two years now Gregory has worked towards this moment so luckily I managed to pull myself together enough to celebrate this day with him and our parents. The night before I was an emotional wreck, throwing up and trying to find something to wear that fit since I have that lovely early pregnancy bloat. But luckily I made it threw the next morning and the entire ceremony; plus lunch at Cracker Barrel before I started puking again... at these stage in the game I guess you gotta celebrate the little things!

Best Doctor's Appointment Ever!!

And we have a heartbeat!!!!

Plus the most adorable baby blob I've ever seen, lol :)