When I felt dumpy and frumpy

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

It's the second week of March, and I'm in the middle of my 9th week. We have divulged to no one about the pregnancy yet, although first trimester woes have struck full force: morning sickness all the way, bloating like I've never experienced before, and overwhelming fatigue. I favor solely loose clothing now, and because exhaustion has attained new heights, I crave hibernation all day long. My prenatal vitamins make me want to hurl, and all I can swallow is bland soup. That, and mango-orange smoothies. I told the husband the other day that these bodily ailments are enough for me not to want to be pregnant again. "Do you want to follow China's policy and have just one child?" he responded. I laughed, and said, "We'll see. Let's just try to have one first." Though I feel dumpy and frumpy, at the end of the day, I am thoroughly elated by what these symptoms indicate - there's a human creature growing brains, a heart, and all that jazz. There's a baby grape inside of me right now. That's pretty legit. All glory goes to God, for sure.