Look at that.
Finding out. Like so many things in life, this was not as I had pictured. I found out about Baby H about two hours after Luke left for a two and a half week trip. So I called him and told him... he was driving through Texarkana and I spent the rest of the day in a fog of semi-incredulity. I tried to make white bean soup, which sounded so wholesome and simple and maternal, and it didn't work out. Bitter disappointment in Mark Bittman recipes continues.
Weeks 6 to 8: Little pukey, but not much. Extreme fatigue. [If you're wondering about the serial ultrasounds, everything is perfectly fine, it was a function of the unusual way I got enrolled in the OB clinic.] Grossed out by most foods, with the exception of cold, creamy things (egg salad, milkshakes, etc) Could not get enough guacamole. Salad and vegetables a no-go. Any strong cooking smell, especially of meat---> gag. I stop cooking. Luke reverts to his bachelor diet of cottage cheese and fistfuls of peanut butter. I eat Oreos, strawberries, go to Sonic for milkshakes. Often can't decide whether I'm going to throw up or I need to eat something. Having Saltines at the ready becomes paramount.
Week 9: Instructing an intern, I dissect a small (perhaps 12 week) miscarried fetus. So fascinating to hold in my hand and observe the perfect anatomy (each lobe of the lung appreciable; tiny digits; itty-bitty stomach) I think about how mine is the one of the only professions granted this sort of viewpoint. Not scary or disconcerting. I murmur to myself, grow, BH, grow.
Week 10: Continue to feel occasionally nauseated. Food becoming slowly more attractive again.
Week 11: When dining out at a restaurant I normally like, I complain about "how this restaurant smells like... food." Omnivorousness not regained yet. [I still don't know if I'll ever eat fajitas again. Sizzling meat smell. Blech.]
Week 12-13: Complete first trimester by camping for a week out of the van in the Iowa heat. Nausea thankfully resolved in the nick of time.
3-D ultrasound -- amazing!
I write this at 16 weeks feeling like a peach. My uterus is making a palpable ascent out of the pelvis, but has yet to start making appreciable gains on the x-axis.
Went to a baby store to investigate furniture. Perused some books about child care. Situation still surreal.
But we are awed at this new adventure.