8 weeks - weird, eh?

Hard to believe I'm two months pregnant now. And I', wondering - is it odd that I feel morning sickness most strongly on weekdays? On weekends I feel hunky-dory, but any given weekday, I spend a large part of the morning at my desk feeling nauseous. Fun stuff. Though happily, the morning sickness hasn't been bad at all - just a general sense of stomach discomfort. I've yet to yack up my breakfast. But I'm learning that the moment that feeling strikes, I need to eat right away. Most mornings I have like 3 sets of small breakfasts.

This Friday I have my first appointment with the midwives group at Swedish Covenant Hospital, and I have high hopes for them. We toured their Family Birthing Center a few weeks ago and really like it. Their whole approach seems to fit with our philosophy quite nicely, ie. birth is a natural process that should be allowed to happen naturally and not be "managed." So we'll see what I think of the midwives I meet there. The way they do it, you meet with different members of their practice when you go in for appointments so that by the time you deliver, you know all of them and are comfortable with all of them. Makes sense to me.

So at this point, all the family members know (and are ecstatic, duh) and a handful of close friends know. I think it's about time to tell the rest of our friends, and then wait a few more weeks to tell the folks at work...

Oh and according to the lovely fruit analogies that the pregnancy info places seem to love, our little alien is now the size of a grape. Last week they were described as the size of a raspberry. What's next, kumquat?

Oh and one more thing. I'm a crazy lady. (Surprise?) After telling all the family about the pregnancy, I of course had dreams that it was all a lie and I had to figure out a way to tell everyone I made it up. After two days of becoming a paranoid freak about it, I just had to take a second prenancy test to get over it. Which, of course, was positive. In fact it was positive after about 4 seconds. So whew, no doubts there. Now if I can just get over all the horrible strong smells that seem to have found me lately.

A Bun in the Oven

So like so many other things, we just can't bring ourselves to do it the conventional way. By which I mean, telling the family that I'm pregnant. A phone call, just a standard conversation-"hi mom, I'm pregnant!", those just seem non-creative. So while enjoying a fine meal at Boston Market, we hit upon the idea of taking a photo of a bun in an oven and giving it to our families. So we set up the photo equipment this morning, sacrificed a hotdog bun to the altar of Art, and took the following. We're mailing it out to the families on Monday. I know at 6 weeks, it's a bit early, but hey we just can't contain ourselves anymore. Sue me.
And by the way, 6 weeks! I mean really! Jeebus. Happily I'm not feeling sick or anything, just sleepy and occasionally a touch dizzy. I can live with that.

Oh. My. God.

Probably Maybe Yes?

So I think I may be pregnant. Which is good news, by the way. My husband and I have been trying for three months now, and I think this is it. I took a pregnancy test yesterday morning, one of those simple little ones with the one-pink-line or two-pink-line situations, and it was rather inconclusive. By which I mean that there was a second line (good!) but it was really faint (good?) So I'm testing again tonight or tomorrow morning.
God knows if I'm not pregnant I somehow have the most tender boobs for no reason...