15 weeks, 2 days

Went on a press trip this weekend and was VERY disgruntled to be ordering club soda with cranberry juice and/or ginger ale at the two cocktail hours, having to explain that I would not be partaking in the wine portion of the wine pairing dinner, and then sitting through a two-hour private VIP winery tasting just eating cheese while everyone else had wine.

In Conclusion: press trips are still fun, but somewhat LESS fun without free booze.

14 weeks, 3 days

* Upchuck number three, for those keeping count. It’s weird: I thought this was supposed to start going away, and the underlying feeling of constant nausea has, but when it does pop up, it seems to be stronger. Today’s episode was triggered by looking at a bag of vegetables. There was nothing wrong with them. They just made me puke.

* Husband has picked out a crib, which is a great relief to me. I have been having terrible trouble making any sort of decision lately when it comes to the Bean. We will probably order it from JC Penny next week. I chose some bunting on Etsy. That’s about the extent of my decision making skills lately.

* We also managed to almost completely clear out the nursery. I hung up the one little outfit my mom sent us in the closet, which Husband promptly pronounced “weird.”

* I announced that we’re pregnant on Facebook today, which was weird. Facebook is weird in general, but it’s doubly weird to have random people you haven’t talked to in 10+ years congratulating you.

* Have started having sharp pains in my abdomen just above my hips. Doctor said these are my tendons stretching to accommodate the new weight. Yay?

* I have figured out that putting a pillow between my knees while I sleep helps alleviate a lot of the pain I’ve been having in my sacrum. (That’s what my yoga video calls it: my sacrum. Much nicer than saying “My butt hurts,” which is what Husband has previously been subjected to.)

* Coworker has offered to throw me a baby shower. Which is nice, but also mildly terrifying as it means I have to register at some point. And that takes us back to the whole not making decisions about stuff thing.

12 weeks, 4 days

Just got home from the dentist (which I love oh so much even on good days) where I discovered that the books weren’t kidding when they said your gums might bleed more than normal while preggers.

When your hygienist says “woah!” that’s not a good sign.

12 weeks, 2 days

Yesterday we made cookies and I realized, to my horror, that I’m not allowed to eat raw cookie dough because of the eggs.

CURSES.

Over the weekend, I bought my first honest-to-goodness maternity clothes at a consignment sale. Today, I am wearing the first of those items, a tank top.

Ok, doesn’t really qualify, but it’s still a milestone, right?

We have our 12 week checkup on Friday and I’m nervous. I really want to see that heartbeat again.

11 weeks, 2 days

I’m wearing a rubber band on the button of my jeans to give me an extra inch (and an extra pair of jeans I can now wear. HUZZAH!).

Talked to my sister this weekend about the conundrum of the first few months of just looking fat instead of pregnant.

Also, husband cleaned the ENTIRE house on Saturday while I was at work. He wins all the prizes.

10 weeks, 3 days

Threw up this morning for the first time—at least, the first time that’s morning sickness-related.

I’m glad I could share this milestone with you.

10 weeks, 2 days

I have never been so happy to feel so crappy.

Bran is my friend.

Have had pretty bad morning sickness most of the day. And I’m taking that as a good sign that a) maybe the bean doesn’t like sour cream and cheddar potato chips (which we had for dinner last night) and b) that the bean still has a say in things.

Which is fine by me. He or she is welcome to hate all variety of potato chips.

~*~

In other news, I have one official prediction from a family member that the bean will be a girl. She also happens to have been a prenatal nurse for her entire career and was looking at my 8 week sonogram. For what it’s worth.