I'm now at ten weeks, and wow, am I ever tired. I always swore I would be one of those people who loved being pregnant... I think that's impossible now. I was talking to one of my employees last week about this, saying "I cant imagine doing this for another seven months!" I'm holding on to the hope that all this goes away by the end of the first trimester. I've kept most of my food down today, which means success. And the doctor I saw today (Dr. Ballard, who is male and made everything very relaxed for both me and Matt) told me I can take two children's vitamins with iron if the prenatals are causing problems. I also discovered no more cereal, dairy, OR orange juice. There goes my entire breakfast... I've been having bagels with peanut butter, or a muffin from work. I'll probably try to substitute apple juice too and see if that helps at all.
I'm craving a lot of pickles, and anything with peanut butter automatically sounds good. Fresh fruits too, melons especially. My poor husband probably thinks I'm insane by this point. I get a food in my head and I have to have it. Poor guy, he's been so understanding and supportive, getting up in at 2 am for a cup of water, and leaving the house at 11:30 in the evening for root beer.
I'm still trying to guess what the sex of the baby will be too. I think we've settled on another boy's name. His family would SO excited for a girl, and my family would be overjoyed with a boy. We'd be happy with either, and the thought of even having a baby is enough to make us both grin from ear to ear.
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