Some names we will not be choosing...
Am I Right - Weird Names of Music Performer's ChildrenMillion, Oriole, and Speck are probably not on our list. But I'm not going to rule them out...entirely.
Well that's weird...
I finally did weigh myself, to find that I've actually lost four lbs. so far this pregnancy. I find that to be extremely weird. I know I've been really queasy and all, and maybe not eating like I normally would, but I didn't expect that. It's probably cutting out the glass or two of red wine I used to have in the evenings, plus the morning sickness. Well, in any case my pants are still snug, but this probably bodes well for the bridesmaid dress I have to don next weekend, which I just squeaked into a week ago.
Greg is REALLY feeling better today, which is a huge relief.
Please get better...
After almost two weeks and a multitude of blood tests, the doctor says that Greg's various ills are due to some kind of virus. Which is all well and good, except he still feels pretty terrible most days. I'm hoping this doesn't last through the weekend. I think he's already lost in the neighborhood of six lbs. and there is seriously only so much beef bouillion a guy can drink.
I, on the other hand, am scared to weigh myself. Considering the baby is only the size of a lime (we have surpassed the, ahem, "kiwifruit" stage), I don't think it can account for the snugness of my pants. The good news, though, is that I'm feeling less sick and I am not cringing in fear every time the Cheech approaches me for a hug - she is a real bust cruncher, my gal. I am far more nervous about being pregnant this time around, maybe because if all goes well it will be my last time. Or maybe it's just that having a kid really brings out the mom in you, you know? Eh.