I started the first trimester feeling absolutely normal. I had NO idea I was pregnant as far as symptoms are concerned. I was 5 weeks and a handful of days when we found out that I'm pregnant. Everyone had told me how unusual it was not to have any symptoms, aside from the cramping I felt on occasion, and that I should have morning sickness. One family member even said "the only time I didn't get morning sickness is when I miscarried." Gee, thanks! As time went on and I joined more November baby forums online I realized that it was unusual. My doctor assured me that it was uncommon but still within the realm of normal at my 8 week appointment, so I stopped worrying. Then I got the flu from a sick family member during Easter and it developed into a cough after a few days of rough flu symptoms. A cough I am still trying to shake, a week later. And that nausea that you feel when you get the flu? That never left. Week 10 hit me, and although I'm not cuddling a toilet or garbage can like many pregnant ladies - I can't really eat. Every time I think about eating I get nauseous, and can only ever really choke down a few bites before I'm scouting out the nearest exit and/or bathroom in case I can't hold my food down.
Even with finally feeling nausea, it still hasn't hit me that we're pregnant. I don't feel pregnant. It hasn't set in. Part of me thinks there will never be a huge moment of realization and instead I'll just adapt as I have been. However, we got to hear the heartbeat today at our appointment and it was really neat! Baby Smith has a strong and healthy heartbeat! It's absolutely mind-boggling to think that I my body has created the perfect atmosphere for a second being to grow, and even more insane to think I have two hearts beating inside of my body. The squirt's heart beats faster than mine and is much smaller, but it's definitely present. That was the definite highlight of my day, and it was very much needed!
We found out that Mitch's truck is not going to pass emissions and it will cost about as much as we paid for it to make it passable - so we have to sell it. He's devastated, and rightfully so, it's his favorite possession. It's stressful because it pushes up the timeline we had to get a new family car because his truck wouldn't fit a car seat safely and my Jeep can't fit us, the dogs, and the baby. Not to mention we're trying to find a good place for a reasonable price to move to where we can bring the baby home and raise the baby for the first eight or so months. Oh, and we wanted to plan a babymoon but it looks like that might not happen due to financial issues.
Babies are stressful. Babies are costly. Being an adult is difficult.
BUT, knowing that we created something like this is amazing and empowering. I can't imagine doing this without Mitch. He is my rock. He handles my stresses and emotions better than I ever would have thought possible and he is always willing to cater to my pregnancy cravings/aversions/restrictions in all things. I would be lost without my amazing husband.
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