Now I have reached the point where women are commenting on my baby bump. Yay! I no longer look like I ate too many cheeseburgers to half of the population. Men on the other hand, are still being very P.C. at the moment. It takes a woman to be ready to pop before most guys will even ask about anything hinting at pregnancy.
The nausea has pretty much gone away, but the headaches are still present in their unpleasant force. My OB doesn’t seem worried about the intense pain that I am in on a daily basis, but I am worried about how it is affecting my job performance. Yesterday at the office, someone was wearing perfume and I felt like I was going to die. My head was pounding so badly that I didn’t even realize when people were talking to me. That is a pretty severe headache in my book. I still don’t know who was the source of my misery, but I hope they don’t wear that particular fragrance again anytime soon.
L is getting more and more into the idea of being a big brother. His favorite book right now is about Big Brother Henry helping out with his Baby Sister Penny. We read that book almost every night before bed and L love telling me how Henry is helping Penny. We haven’t yet taught him that he needs to not knee and elbow Mommy in the tummy, but that is a work in progress. We are also having issues with L wanting to be carried around the house when we are home. This is a new thing since we told him about a baby on the way.
In the next month, if my OB sends the appropriate paperwork, we will find out if we are expecting a boy-spawn or girl-spawn. It is so hard to wait for this! Once we find out, then we can start thinking of names and modify the nursery decorations (if needed). We are still hoping for a boy, but we would be happy either way.
I realize that this is not a deep and sophisticated blog post like many other mommy-bloggers are writing. All about, being a mom sucks but is great, or you can have everything, or no one is perfect. This is just what I am thinking at the moment, and as most moms know, it is not much. Pregnancy brain has struck me hard this time. No joke. I only put deodorant under one arm this morning and realized it when I got to work (I have spare deodorant at work, in case you were worried). How in the world am I going to make it the next 6 months without losing my mind?