Sooo, like any generally technologically savvy person, I have found every website available to tell me about the week-by-week progress of a developing pregnancy. What's funny about these early weeks is that the baby is compared to produce- first it's as big as an apple seed. Then you graduate to a small lentil bean. Now it's a raspberry. I think we get to graduate to a grape next, then a kumquat, a lime, a lemon, an avocado...you get the drift. I told The Husband I was going to go to the grocery store and buy all these items to make a collage of fetal development. He laughed.
It doesn't say when I'll start looking like I'm hauling around melons, but that's probably a different website anyway.
So this raspberry of mine makes me nauseated all day long. It's not constant, but it comes and goes in waves. I haven't gotten sick yet, and I consider that a good thing. But honestly, it's like the longest hang over of my entire life. If I just had a blinding headache and was curled in the fetal position, it would be exactly like a hang over. Except some greasy food and fries isn't going to make me feel better- and that is sadness, not gladness.
Follow our adventure raising Sophia from baby, to sassy young thing.
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