So what’s hanging out in my ute?
This pretty little thing.
(The circle on top is the yolk sac, the head is on the left, the butt is on the right. Lumpy is leg-less so far.)
Going into our ultrasound, I was surprisingly calm. Maybe it’s the acupuncture, or maybe it’s that I absorbed some of a church message involving “be not afraid” a few weeks ago. But I went in knowing and trusting that our baby was waiting for me, and there he/she was.
One perfect baby, measuring two days ahead of schedule, making my official due date September 16th.
One beautiful heartbeat, flickering on the screen, measuring at 158 bpm.
I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
And then I looked up at Tim’s face, his mouth open, and what does he say?
“He’ll be starting for Mizzou!”
Then we high fived.
I never claimed we were a normal couple, but…here we are.
We got two pictures from the ultrasound tech (who was about the sweetest person ever, after the crazy heifer tech who tried to convince me “maybe your dates are just off by six weeks” when I had my first ultrasound last time ‘round, but I digress), and Tim asked if he could keep one.
Then later he texted me that he had kept Lumpy in his shirt pocket all day. Slayed me dead.
In other week 7 news, week 6’s nausea is NOTHING compared to this week. I wake up and dry heave. I eat out constantly because I can only eat very specific things at very specific times, and nothing else will do. (Like Starbucks smoothies, or McDonald’s chicken sandwiches. Healthy, no. Do I care, no. Eating something is better for the baby than eating nothing, and I gag on any food that is not exactly what I want at that exact time.) Thankfully, my doctor prescribed Zofran, which has been helping keep things under control a bit.
Bland, noodle-y carbs. White bread. Sugary cereal. Freaking spaghetti in a can (which I never did eat, but the fact that I bought it alarms me enough). Who am I? But literally, nothing sounds good. Meat? Forget it. Veggies? Gag me.
(Side note: it felt surprisingly liberating to grocery shop in this state. I never would have bought these things pre-pregnancy in a million years. But when you’re wandering the store aisles, and literally have to go with the “can I eat this without puking?” test, nutritional value goes out the window and it’s really a matter of eat vs. don’t eat. It’s very humbling.)
Oh, and exercise. Yeah, I haven’t done that for a week. I feel bad, but it’s all I can do to keep myself from gagging and make it to work. I’m hoping in a few weeks I’ll be back at it?
On to week 8.