I’m kind of blindly updating my weeks as I go until I get a definite date – but it’s about as close as I can make it. As far as I can tell, I was 5 weeks yesterday. My baby is the size of an apple seed.
Aw.
I’ve got the usual symptoms – heartburn, peeing frequently, nausea, heightened sense of smell, headaches, dizziness, and mood swings. Thankfully the nausea hadn’t included any throwing up. Yet. I can totally handle this feeling of just being queasy.
Couple of funny things: remember how your first go around with pregnancy everyone ::coughTheBumpcough:: told you there was NO WAY you could already have to pee so often because the baby was so small? I read this the other day, and it explains that you actually do:
So ha. We’re not crazy.
As for mood swings…
Sigh. ::blushes::
The other day I’m driving on the freeway and ahead of me on the road, the police pull out and block things off. As I watch, wondering if it’ll be someone important, a hearse drives ahead of them with a line of cars following behind. All the exits from the freeway are blocked as they pass.
And in my car, I watch them and start to think, “Now isn’t that heartwarming. The police are making sure this poor family grieves in peace.” I feel a tingle in my eyes. “It’s just like America to be respectful of this. There’s probably someone wonderful in the hearse, someone who changed lives. A real hero. They’re all following behind crying, remembering them. Honoring their legacy.”
Just like that, I start to bawl. In the car. 65mph. And I can’t stop. I’m crying so hard I have to take off my sunglasses to wipe my eyes faster as I think about how darn amazing America is that we can bury dead heroes as a country unified in making sure that family gets to the cemetary all together at the same time.
And while of course someone dying is sad and should be a time to grieve, having a random woman on the other side of the road in near hysterics over it and America probably isn’t what anyone in that family is focusing on.
So even though I often wonder what on earth I was thinking when I named my blog, it turns out for the next 8+ months it should fit quite nicely.
Poor Sam.
9 Comments
MomEinstein
January 26, 2012 at 7:06 pm
Congratulations! I missed the original announcement. I am so happy for you!
I would probably cry at something like that non-pregnant. Although I did have a total pregnancy related sob-fest yesterday, so I feel you on the imbalances.
Katrina @ Hix in the Stix ~ Army Edition
January 23, 2012 at 8:40 pm
The name of your blog was the whole reason that I visited it in the first place. I thought it was cute (in a good way) and very catchy.
And as far as crying over a funeral procession? When I was pregnant with my first I worked at a daycare that was right next to a cemetery. As a matter of fact, I could see it from the room that I “taught” in. Talk about a wreck…I cried all the time! lol
I’ve never read anything by “The Bump” – I guess that’s probably a good thing.
Good Girl Gone Green
January 23, 2012 at 6:01 pm
You are so cute!
Heidi K.
January 23, 2012 at 3:04 pm
I get goosebumps watching funeral processions go by– esp like that when the police are assisting, ppl are pulling over to let them pass as a group, etc. Even when I’m not preggers. Preggers, forget about it. I could have just taped Kleenex under my eyes for 9 months!
molly
January 23, 2012 at 11:21 am
Yep. You’re definitely pregnant. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Samantha
January 23, 2012 at 11:13 am
LOL! I am the same way with my pregnancies. Total mess, bawling over random commercials or things I see.
melissa
January 23, 2012 at 8:42 am
8+??? Nursing has kept me preserved in my nice little “this is the fifth time this morning we have watched Toy Story 3 but I still bawl everytime I hear his mom say goodbye to him at the end even though I’m cooking in the other room” hormonal state. 😛 So you may wanna tack a few more months on there, at least!
And for pregnancy #2, I avoided TB like it never existed! But I did meet you there, so it wasn’t a total waste the first time :).
Samantha
January 23, 2012 at 11:33 am
The Bump was such a horribly depressing place to be a first time mom. Or first time pregnant woman. I felt like anything I said would be taken wrong. I was on there for a few months and never went back.
Kim
January 23, 2012 at 8:36 am
I told you I’ve always loved the name of your blog. 🙂
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