Our little family is expanding! We are so thrilled to be waiting for the arrival of a little one. The timing of it all just really reiterates to us that God has His own plans. As soon as we got settled in to our new home in our new city, our prayers were answered. Makes us think that all of the stress and uncertainty of selling our house and uplifting our lives to move across the state was worth it and meant to be!
As I write this, I am 16 weeks along. That is nuts to me! I am four months pregnant... we are almost halfway there! Last week (week 15) is when I felt like you could start seeing my belly. Here's the only picture we have so far- mostly because I have felt like complete crap for so long that posing for pictures was not on my agenda.
Although the first three months have been really, really hard for me- it seems that they still flew by. I am just now starting to feel like myself again. I was plagued with all-day nausea since about week 5. It was miserable. The type of nausea where I just wished I could throw up because it seemed it would make me feel better... well, be careful what you wish for. Come week 6, I threw up for the first time and it pretty much didn't stop until a few weeks ago. Some days I couldn't go to work because every time I tried to stand up, I got sick. I couldn't keep any food down. The thought of eating disgusted me. The smell of food, looking in the refrigerator to even entertain the idea of eating, walking through the grocery store, doing the dishes-- all of it made me so sick.
As time went on, I was better able to tolerate the thought of food and I could sometimes think of something that I wanted to eat.
Now, I have to eat every 2 hours or I will get sick. I've been getting much better at keeping up with this but sometimes I just DON'T WANT TO EAT. And I feel bad for myself when it's time to go to bed and oh, wait-- don't forget to eat again before you go to sleep! One night I laid in bed reluctantly eating a granola bar, crying because I wasn't hungry and I was so tired of force-feeding myself. Poor Ian having to listen to my pity party.
There are still random times when I will get sick in the morning or at night and I can't seem to figure out a pattern of what I did differently that day. So I am trying to just be thankful that it is easing up and praying that it will make it easier for me to enjoy being pregnant.
In a few weeks, we will get to have an ultrasound for our anatomy scan and will find out if baby Crane is a boy or girl. We are so excited and I feel like I will become much more motivated to plan and decorate a nursery once we know which direction to go! I am very excited about that part but have felt like I can't really do much until we know.
Ian has been so amazing and supportive over the past months. I know he would take my sickness for himself if he could and despite there being nothing that he can do to make me feel better, he has just been so kind and loving and tries to help me in any way he can. He comes to all of our doctor appointments. He has been doing much more cleaning, cooking, and dish washing than ever before. He shops for groceries because I still have a hard time in a grocery store, being bombarded by all of those smells and foods. Yuck. All of that and he does not make me feel guilty about it at all. I never thought he'd be any different, but it just reaffirms to me how great of a dad he is going to be.
I'll try to be better about posting updates as time goes on!