Sooo Sleepy

Alright, little Bean, you may have won the nap battle every day this week, and you'll probably end up winning the war, but tonight... I blog. I refuse to fall asleep before dinner.

This is week eight of our pregnancy, and you have really been making your presence known. I hadn't really had any symptoms to speak of before this week, except for sleepiness and aching parts--parts that you're not even going to use. I'll just leave it at that, since going into detail about said aching parts might really embarrass you some day, especially if you end up being a boy.

But this week, while you're starting to grow elbows, fingers, and toes, and develop facial features, I've started having mini bouts of what I guess is the dreaded morning sickness. I've been feeling a little nauseous every other morning, but it only lasts for a minute or so. If I pop a few pretzels in my mouth, I'm usually good to go. I've also struggled with my appetite. I go through a day or two of not really wanting anything to do with food. But when that's over, I want to eat whole cakes and pizzas, or I'll be worried about my next meal while I'm currently shoveling something in my mouth. Then we start over again.

The smells. The taco salad that I thought was one of the best things I'd ever eaten last week, assaulted my nose and stomach this week. I ate it the night your dad made it for us, but the next morning, the whole house reeked of it and the smell turned my stomach. I lit candles, but that just added to the stink. When your dad had the leftovers that night, it was the same thing. I had to make him get up and do all the dishes so the foul smell wouldn't be leftover on them.

So exercise (because of the nap war) has been on hold and vegetable eating (because I can't stand the thought of most of them) has been a challenge this week, but I really can't complain. I have nothing stopping me from napping after work, and I haven't ralphed at work or anywhere else, for that matter.

When I tell your dad about these symptoms, he says, "Aaaw, you're pregnant," like it's the sweetest thing ever to want to vomit. He likes it that we're being very textbook. He says it means that everything is working the way it's supposed to. I think it makes me sleepy and nauseous. But I do love that you're in there doin' your thing.

By the way, your dad read that you really are the size of a bean this week.