Week 5

How Far Along? 5 weeks, 5 days (but the Midwife might have another opinion on that when we see her)

Maternity Clothes? I'm wearing this band of fabric I got at Target that's supposed to keep you in your regular jeans longer, but it's a HUGE pain in the ass, so I might have to bite the bullet and buy some this week.

Weight Gain? Nothing--my 'bump' is a gas baby...

Stretch Marks? You must mean new ones. Since I have PLENTY of not-new ones. Surely this pregnancy won’t NEED to add any more.

Sleep? Not enough. I wake up and am exhausted an hour later. I seriously took a nap this morning at 10am.

Best Moment of the Week? Telling my parents! They each got a board book called "Grandma/Grandpa and Me" and opened them at the same time.

Movement? Nope.

Gender? No clue. Which is reasonable, since I don't even feel like there's a baby yet!

What I miss? I guess having any energy.

Symptoms? Exhaustion. Being either ravenous all the time, or feeling queasy because I didn't eat right away. Bloating. Constipation (fun!).

What I’m looking forward to? Meeting with the Midwife for the first time and getting this pregnancy confirmed by someone other than me and Scott!

Weekly Wisdom: Eat. Just do it.

Milestones: Another week down!

Emotions: I've done the almost-cry a few times. Mostly by watching YouTube videos of people telling their parents that they're pregnant. Wait until I catch the ASPCA commercial on TV. That will send me over the edge!

Yes, honey, those are two lines on that stick...

It's true--we're pregnant! Which, let me tell you, is INSANE. No matter how long you've been trying (and especially if you haven't, I suppose), the moment you see two lines on the pregnancy test, you have a million thoughts running through your head, beginning with, "Oh my God. What have we done??" But we're thrilled. And nervous. And excited. And petrified...

Back to the beginning. The first weekend in October, I had the brilliant idea to try a juice fast. I have to admit, I felt terrible. I had no energy, I was sleeping terribly, and I wanted solid food, in addition to the added bonus of not being able to use the bathroom. I stuck with it for three days, but on Sunday night, I told Scott that we were going out for Pad Thai because there was no way that I was going to be able to do this for the full 15 days. Monday came and went, and I still felt gross, but chalked it up to my period starting soon. Being the impatient lady that I am, on Tuesday night, I took a pregnancy test, and lo and behold, there was the faintest second line on it. I bounced into the bathroom and shoved it under Scott's nose, demanding, "What do you see? What do you see???" and of course, he couldn't see the sec

ond line. The next morning, I went to Fred Meyer to buy another pregnancy test, which I took in the bathroom of the store--positive!

I drove to Target, where I bought two "I love Daddy" onesies to wrap up and give to Scott that night--he still didn't believe it until I told him 3 or 4 times that we were pregnant! From my calendar, I'm 5 weeks and 4 days pregnant, but who's counting, right?