December 18, 2011
I’m finding it easier to report on my “weeks” the night before I actually turn that week pregnant. Sunday’s allow me more time for reflection than any Monday.
I’ve still been throwing up here and there…always in the morning, and I blame the nasty phlegm situation that continues from my epic virus. In general, I’d say the really hard all-day morning sickness has passed. I am still quite exhausted at different points in my day and at night, but that’s ok. I worked out a few times last week, so I am hoping to pick that up some more now that I am feeling better.
There are two girls in my congregation at church who have announced their June pregnancies. Around Thanksgiving, I was VERY concerned that I would be able to hide this from others, but so far, I have been able to dress very strategically, and I really don’t think anyone suspects. I will be surprised if when someone finds out, they say: I suspected…
This week Lolly sat down next to me in her flute lesson, slapped my stomach and said: You’ve got a little belly.
I gave her a dirty look and then she said matter-of-factly–Well, you do.
Today in church Phoebe asked me how old I was when my brother Sam was born. I told her 9….she asked if I could please just have a baby when she was 9. I explained that I would have to be 7 months pregnant in order for that to happen and that she needed to just give up hope that that would happen.
The topic is in the air. I think they can feel the energy shift or something. I just hope beyond hope that they are truly surprised on Christmas day when I tell them. I can’t wait.