No thoughts, just shots.

These are actually from the beginning of May...  It's just taken me a while to actually scan them so I could share them with everyone!  I'm pressed NOW because next Monday, the 6th, we'll be having our anatomy scan!  I'll have new pictures to compare with this set and...  Hopefully....  A sex to designate our little joy as a he or a she!  Here's the hitch:  If John is, in fact TDY (read: Temporary DutY) the little tell tale shot will go in an envelope (without having been seen by yours truly) to be opened upon his homecoming.  When I know, the world will know!  Until then, we must all be satisfied with these perfect little shots!

Baby seems to like his fingers! Look at those little tiny feet!! He seems quite cozy.  He kept his hands up the whole time but did kick his legs around a bit while we watched!

Belly Shots

Here are the belly shots we've got so far.  Look at how long my hair was in week 11!  I donated almost a whole foot a couple days later.  Hence the bob!

7 Weeks 11 Weeks 16 Weeks

P.S.  I know the signs aren't readable...  I've got brain fog, talk to the man!

16 Weeks

"You'll hit 12 weeks and feel so much better!"

"The second trimester is so much better than the first!"

"I never felt better than when I was pregnant!"

Lies!  All lies!  Once one thing clears up, something else goes horribly wrong.  The prescription that is keeping my food down makes me sleep 'til nine.  Though I'm not sleeping comfortably.  Besides the new pillow between my knees there's an extra one beneath my head to keep the mucus from pooling in my sinus cavity...  Although I still have a horrible sinus headache when I do finally get up.  That might be because of the coughing though.  The ALL night coughing that my husband is sweet enough to say doesn't wake him up!  It might sound much worse to me than it is though.  See, my left ear has been plugged since I got off the plane from Seattle, TWO AND A HALF WEEKS AGO!  Aside from the real ailments there are the relative: I can't take a flight of stairs without becoming winded, and there are two flights between my washer and our drawers; the only clothes that fit now are my (very small) collection of fat clothes; for some reason Jasmine Green tea doesn't taste good anymore; and, I know this doesn't sound so bad, but I've eaten the better part of a watermelon in two days.  Seriously, being pregnant has been the most frustrating, exhausting, libido killing part of my life.  

But

There is a baby.  A tiny little life that can still fit into the palm of my hand but has overtaken my heart.  When I look down at my swollen abdomen I do not despise the pudge, I adore it.  I look at the few pictures I have of that forming body and my life is good.  We are no longer a couple, we are a family.  We have a person to form, a soul to guide, a life to watch blossom in front of our eyes.  There is not yet a he or she assigned, air has not been gulped, and there is no love in those eyes for us, not yet.  But our lives are altered.  Our souls feel bigger.  Our bond is closer.  

We are parents!