11-11, make a wish

Today I am 11 weeks, and it also happens to be December 11th. I'm wishing for a healthy pregnancy and a healthy babe.

According to various sources, my little one is either the size of a fig or a lime by now, and already he or she is kicking and stretching. Of course, I can't feel any of it, and I'm not really showing at all, so it's hard to believe that there actually is a life growing in there.

I'm still dealing with the nausea. A friend heard that lemon drops help, so I've been looking all over town for them. I finally found them last night at Cracker Barrel, and you would have thought I'd just found the last golden ticket. I bought all the lemon drops they had and I figure I can start selling lemon drops from my car outside OB offices since they're so hard to find these days.

In other news, I learned that I'll have to apply for short term disability when my little one comes. Benefits will start fifteen days after I leave, and then I'll receive 60% of weekly earnings for six weeks maximum (unless there are complications). As for how much I'll be working when I return, that is still to be determined. I will not be working full-time, that much I know.

11 weeks. Keep growing, little one.

Double-Digits

This week, my little one is the size of a kumquat. And I'm not really sure what a kumquat is.

As for me, I've been very nauseated this week. On Tuesday, I actually had to run to the bathroom to, well, dry heave. It was delightful. Wednesday and Thursday were rough too, and then this morning I woke up feeling okay for a change, and I was all like, ARE YOU IN THERE, BABY?! BABY?!

And baby promptly answered with a wave of nausea. What a relief.

In other news, I actually lost two pounds somewhere in the past 12 days. I don't really know where they went, what with the Thanksgiving dinner and pumpkin pie, but I'm sure they'll come back soon enough. Truth is, my appetite has been substandard. I also find myself craving salty foods, like popcorn, french fries, and chips. YUM. I hear this is a sign of having a boy. We'll see.

10 weeks down, 30 to go. We're going to make it, baby.

Dear Baby

Do you know that I love you? I do. Very much. And even though I'm feeling a little sick today, I can bear it because I know you're still in there, moving and growing. And I could stand much more than this, for you. You make life exciting and wonderful. I feel once more like a child myself, amazed by the miracle of life and counting the days until I hear your little heartbeat again.

I pray that you are growing strong and healthy. I pray for God's protection for us both.

All my love,

Mama