It’s a new year and therefore I’d like to have a new attitude that this nausea, fatigue, moodiness, gag reflex to coffee, red sauce, and onions, is attributed to a healthy growing baby inside of me.
A pregnancy countdown book and What to Expect When You’re Expecting arrived the other day and I’ve devoured as much as I can in line with how far along I am.
He says we should be excited because we’re pregnant. I say but what if, in less than a week, the news is bad? What if it’s good and then it gets scary again?
He says we’ll deal with it, but for now we should put our faith into this here pregnancy. It’s hard not to be reminded of what’s going on when the dull waves of nausea rear their ugly heads.
Happy New Year, baby. Here’s hoping we’ll see you in a short seven months.
itsy bitsy mama