Well, I've been absent for a while, but hopefully if you've been by, you'll have noticed the pregnancy ticker underneath my header! Although I've been feeling well enough to post, I couldn't really think of much besides pregnancy-related topics to talk about, and my news hadn't been made public yet. So I have waited.
Waited to tell you all about the wonders of first-trimester pregnancy—the forcing food down my throat because my stomach wants it but my mouth is sick of it. The sudden love of cilantro and hatred of shrimp (so weird). The looks my husband gives me when I start choking over his deoderant (Me: “How much did you put ON?” Him: O.o “I can't smell it at all...”) and the underlying odors of a neglected travel-trailer kitchen. The frustration because I don't look pregnant yet...I've just gained enough weight to look fatter. And the blechy feeling in my stomach which prevents my being motivated to clean the bathroom, fold laundry, or any of that good stuff.
But there's one thing which trumps all of the above: Knowing I have a real, live BABY inside my TUMMY.
(No, I'm not being anatomically correct here. I just like the word “tummy” better than “belly.” :-P)
God has blessed us, and we are so very excited to welcome this child into our family.