in the coming days, life was good. not much nausea. just tired. i'd come home. put on pjs. settle into the pillows and the chair. anthony would cook. we'd eat. we'd go to bed. it was a ritual.
we talked about the baby very little. again, we were very excited, but were realistic that we were in the "scary zone." we used most of baby-talk time to chat with ely about "hypothetically" having a brother or sister. ely was EXTREMELY clear to us. he ONLY wanted a sister. and, her name would be "baby ruby" (my BF daughters name). we brought him around friends who had new babies. we thought all of these experiences would be helpful for our future. we had not planned on telling ely until we got to 12 weeks and had the final "thumbs up" that our baby was doing well. it's really hard to keep exciting news from him. but, we did.
POP! we took a picture at 8 weeks (see pic). my tummy looked pretty normal. (of course, not flat. but, then again, my tummy hasnt been flat since i was in college.) within days of taking the 8-week photo...POP! my tummy popped. WHAT? WAIT! this is way too early. i wasnt planning on telling work for 3-4 more weeks! how would i hide this pooch??? maternity clothes already? i compared my tummy size to the blog i had created when i was pregnant with ely. WHOA...i was the same size at 9 weeks as i was at 5 months with ely. ARGH! i refused to take a picture until i was 12 weeks. that would make it seem a little more normal, right?
the time is so slow...we get to see our baby again on 1/24/11. 1st trimester screening (U/S). we were on pins/needles!
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