Pregnancy Thoughts

Since we are so bad at keeping secrets, since I couldn't write about being pregnant on my blog, I didn't write anything. But I did think a lot. Actually, I thought/prayed/slept a lot--going from one state to the other without even realizing it...

Week:	Date:	Size (by food)
8	Nov.2-8	Raspberry
9	Nov. 9-15	Olive
10	Nov.16-22	Kumquat/prune
11	Nov.23-29	Lime
12	Nov.30-Dec 6	Plum
13	Dec. 7-13	Peach
14	Dec. 14-20	Lemon
15	Dec. 21-27	Orange
16	Dec. 28-Jan.3	Avocado
17	Jan.4-10	Onion
18	Jan. 11-17	Sweet potato
19	Jan 18-24	Mango
20	Jan 25-31	Banana
21	Feb. 1-7	Pomegranate
22	Feb.8-14	Papaya
23	Feb. 15-21	Grapefruit
24	Feb. 22-28	Cantaloupe
25	Mar. 1-7	Cauliflower
26	Mar. 8-14	Lettuce
27	Mar 15-21	Rutabaga
28	Mar. 22-28	Eggplant
29	Mar 29-April 4	Acorn Squash
30	Apr. 5-11	Cucumber
31	Apr. 12-18	Pineapple
32	Apr. 19-25	Squash
33	Apr. 26-May 2	Durian
34	May 2-9	Butternut squash
35	May 10-16	Coconut
36	May 17-23	Honeydew
37	May 24-30	Winter Mellon
38	May 31-June 6	Pumpkin
39	June 7-13	Watermelon
40	June 14-20	Jack fruit

 Isn't this the coolest? So the baby is (nine weeks) an olive size. Other random thoughts:

* I wanted 10 kids when I was younger, I wanted 5 kids as soon as my friends started having kids. I wanted 3 kids when I got married, and now I am just trying to get through this one kid. (Note: yes, daddy, I want as many kids as God wants for me.)

* Apparently, my nose has always had the ability to smell EVERYTHING, my brain just didn't use that sense until NOW. Why? Because my brain hates me.

* My creativity and energy has been sucked out of my life and into growing a baby. I now live for a long morning nap. 

* I have never felt so connected to food before. I love food. Food makes me feel better. And yet, half the time food sounds awful. 

* Caid is being a darling about being a good husband, but when he holds me it hurts my tummy and when he breathes on me it makes me nauseous. He is working on being patient. I am working on not making faces when he kisses me. 

* None of the cute pictures we took to show off my belly will post for my Facebook profile. Apparently, my belly is too far away from my face to show them both. And yes, I am excited to blame my belly on having a baby in there, even if I did "stick it out" to get the picture.

*  If I had been God, I would have planned the "yucky" first trimester later on, when I at least have a baby bump to prove something. I keep worrying about being pulled over by a police officer, crying/emotionally falling apart, and then saying "I'm pregnant--" why would he ever believe me?