Still waiting for the elusive glory of the 2nd trimester

I am beginning to wonder if what they say about the end of the first trimester is true - that it ends! We are nearing the end of week 12, and I can't say that I'm feeling much better most of the time. I get an occassional good few hours, but definitely have not woken up feeling the best I've ever felt. ha.

Things I've learned while pregnant:

• My hair is actually more gray than brown
• My hair grows about an inch per month
• If you take a benedryl each night, it becomes a less effective sleep aid
• If vitamins made you sick before you were pregnant, they will make you sick while pregnant
• The desire to cook is greatly diminished when you have no sense of smell

For those wondering, no, we still haven't started thinking about names.

However, next week, we'll be finishing up the first trimester and I will be able to do fantastic things like get a massage, color my hair, and really return to my exercise regimen (such that it is). So, we'll try and take some pictures of the bump soon, and post them up here.

Superstitious

As is the same I'm sure for many exptectant moms, I've started to ponder what name we may call the alien beast inside. And, while I am on board with waiting till the little tyke comes (lest we have an oops with the ultrasound), I am ok hypothesizing about possible names.

Robert - not so much.

He won't even utter the words of names he LIKES, as it is TOO soon to be thinking about names. Although, we did have a funny moment at the bookstore the other day. We stood in the baby section, pondering the difference between the 10,000 Baby Names and the 100,000 Baby Names books. Do all of you know the difference between these two books? The difference is that one has 90,000 more names that we will NOT name our child. Since, if we have to look it up because we've never heard of it - it's too weird a name for us.

I'm a firm believer in two syllable names when you have a last name that is a single syllable. So, I'm quietly taking notes of names I like - storing them up for the day when Robert decides that we can start thinking about names. If you have name suggestions (no Roberta, Sparky or Noah), feel free to post them for our consideration.

Everything is Hot

Well, I've heard my friends say that you fall into two pregnancy categories:
"Can't get enough spicy food" or "Suddenly spicy food is much hotter than it used to be"

I figured I might end up in the former category with my love for hot food - but am sad to realize that I actually landed in the latter. Don't get me wrong, spiciness has not yet affected my DESIRE for spicy food (when I want to eat, that is), just my tolerance. It's just odd how everything seems so spicy to me now.

We went to the ob yesterday for another ultrasound. Here are the stats:
2.17 cm (.85 inches)
bloblike with start of umbilical cord

For those who are curiuos:

• Yes we're going to find out if it's a boy or girl
• Nina is convinced it is a girl
• Robert is 50% sure it's a girl
• For now, we're calling it Frankie

9 Weeks - Cheese and I are not friends

I know many of you may be reading this a few weeks post-posting, but I thought I would start this with a little insight into how life has been. The hardest thing for me so far has been all the things that I've had trouble eating:

• Cheese
• Meat
• Root Beer
• Mushrooms
• Wheat (bread, pasta, etc)

Which, I have to say, has led to some interesting meals. Today's Lunch:

• Fresh Pineapple
• Baked Potato

Thankfully, I haven't lost my desire for ice cream, so the baby is getting SOME calcium other than in vitamins. It's a good thing I like vegetables too, since one day, I think my food intake included crackers and orange bell pepper slices.

To Robert's great joy I have already gone up a cup size.

To my great despair, I have already started to show. I guess when you're only 5' tall, there isn't much room for a baby to hide. Although any woman who doesn't agree that maternity pants are the best invention since sliced bread is LYING out her teeth. Pull on pants are fabulous - I rank them as high in practically as minivans. Probably both things you're not supposed to admit if you want to keep any sign of HIP.