My mom called yesterday, pretty concerned that she'd seen nothing new on the blog in a few days. :)
Last week, after my doctor's appointment, my OB sent me to the ER because of this stupid bronchitis. I'm feeling a billion times better now, since running through a course of antibiotics and a breathing treatment, but I still have a cranky cough and am still feeling VERY tired. Whether it's because of the pregnancy or illness, I have no idea.
This week the prevailing wisdom is that I can start telling everyone about the bun in my oven! My baby is almost fully functional, just in miniature. (S)he's about this size of a small plum, has little bitty toenails, and is covered in fur. (S)he's also starting to move about, though I'm still a few weeks from feeling it.
For me, the nausea is just starting to become noticeable. And I'm not positive that it's either the pregnancy or the end of the winter blahs. For those who have read A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, I'm thinking it's about time for a big sour pickle. Anyway, I'm feeling a little queasy in the mornings, and nothing looks particularly yummy for the rest of the day. Though we went out to Wendy's last week and got a Single with cheese, and the combination of mustard, onion, and lettuce was ambrosia! It seems the more caustic the food, the more appealing it is. And no, I've had no desire for ice cream with my pickles. Smarty pants.
Andrew's probably got a better grasp on the impending baby than Yasar and I do. He's starting to get a little more cuddly (that's a nice way of saying "clingy"). I'm anxious to see how this is all going to play out with him. We just keep reminding him how special he is, and that's he's going to have a very important job when the baby comes, that being his role as a big brother and positive role model.
So that's the state of the union. We're still here, just laying low. I'm hoping this nausea goes away as promised in a week or two. And I could really use a little boost of energy.
Oh, and I'm a quarter of the way through this pregnancy! Woo-hoo!