the baby blog.

Hello friends.
It's time to drum up the old blog again. So I've got a fresh new page and it's all about Baby Mac. OK... another baby blog? Well, yes. I guess. But honestly, I want to do this because it's actually going to make me stop and process and journal this time in my life. {Side note... I wrote this intro paragraph back at week I don't know what. And you can see that I did NOT stick with the blog every week, let alone take photos. But come on, throw me a bone... Being pregnant is not all rainbows and chocolate bars. But you get the gist... I want to reflect... at some point!} So far I've bought 3 different journal-y type things and have I even written in any of them?? Well, one... back in week 5... back when I wasn't nauseous or anything. Back when I was so naive.  Then, the "morning sickness", which I didn't find out until I read all the books and blogs that it's NOT JUST THE MORNING! It's the stupidest name ever. Seriously. It should just be called pregnancy sickness. Or nausea. And don't try and give me your remedies. (Unless I ask)  Or tell me why I have it. Or why you never got it. If you never had morning sickness, just pretend that you think it would be terrible to have. And I mean I didn't have it half as bad as some women did.  But still. I didn't even want to eat chocolate. What?!! Who was this person I had known for 27 years? Now, a baby inside of me the size of a seed was causing all this turmoil!

But, thankfully, this sickness has passed. For the most part. And I've eaten some chocolate again. And now I have a bump. Big enough that patients at work comment on it. Guess it's out there. :-) It's such a crazy thing! I can't describe it and yet I could sit here for many many minutes trying to describe the sensation that it is to know that there is a baby inside of me. A person. Growing. So strange and incredible. And weird. It's so weird.

Well, I'm attempting some pinterest things. Like documenting my growing self in front of the same spot with the... wait for it... chalk board!! And it's funny. We looked back at the first week we found out and compared it to today at 18 weeks... yup... I'm growing! We're growing. (That's me and Baby Mac, not me and Mike. "We" are not pregnant. I am pregnant. "We" will not be delivering a baby. I will be. But that's not in some feminist-I-am-da-bomb point of view. It's facts. And he defends that to the end. My husband is so good to me. Seriously. He is a gift!)
I'm also going to be doing the little questionnaire that I have seen other bloggers do. Again, mostly so that I can look back on it. But I loved reading them in other blogs! So that's that!