Thoughts about baby...

So, I have been having the traditional night filled with vivid dreams about all sorts. However, the ones that stand out the most are the previews I get of our future little one. I am constantly having dreams about when the little one is already born. The trick is, I can never remember what it looked like or whether it was a boy or girl, even though I was sure I knew both in the dream. I'm sure its my subconscious's way of keeping the surprise, but I can't help wondering nevertheless.

Byron and I are both hoping for a healthy baby, of course. But I think we both are hoping it's a

little girl. Also, what will she look like? Byron was the absolutely most adorable baby, with chubby cheeks and huge green eyes that make you want to melt and a full head of dark hair.

Whew I just would looove our little one to look like him. I of course was of the other kind, the more pretty baby. I wasn't that chubby had very little hair and was as fair and blonde as a baby could be.

Well I mean who wouldn't want a pretty baby! I guess we'll see what the outcome is of the amalgamation of the two of us. Let's just say if it's a girl I hope it gets Byron's nose, my hair, and a mixture of the rest.

9 weeks

So, all the books and google results say I should be on an emotional roller coaster. They couldn't possibly have described me better. Yesterday went from bad to worse to the best all in the span of morning to late afternoon.

I'm constantly unsure of myself and therefore am unsure of Byron as my support system. So, of course I take it out on him. To be fair, I had some logical reasoning (or at least pregnancy logical haha) to be upset at him. I wasn't feeling 'wanted' which worried me. Byron has been trying to keep a low profile as to not upset more or at the front line of my emotional upheavals. This, I took to think that I was unwanted, especially now that my waistline has started to expand.

Not only my waistline, but tell me where on earth you get a size F bra for a size 34 woman! No where, instead you have to look in the old saggy boob section of the seniors area with no underwire and no padding for the extra support. And believe me, these babies need some support.

So I am in sportsbras and elastic waists because I am in an uncomfortable middle ground where I am too skinny for maternity clothes but just a bit big for my normal stuff to fit comfy (I refuse to deal with muffin top!).

Needless to say, I haven't felt very attractive lately and I took it out on Byron. Luckily he is a rational husband and put me at ease, took me to lunch and made me feel like a million bucks. I felt so normal by the end of the day yesterday.

Today I woke up feeling the lovely hangover from yesterdays normality. I had a nice day catching up with my Mother-in-law, made a trip to the mall, and had a nice quesadilla lunch.

My hope is that this normalsy will be what to expect now that I am only a few more weeks from Trimester 2. Nausea is almost entirely gone and I seem to be able to eat anything I want again. I think the baby got the point that I wasn't about to eat Sprouts! But, picked up some Edamame today so i'm getting some of that healthy stuff in there.

Well, today is officially the beginning of week 10!

8 weeks and a bit

I woke up this morning feeling 10 times better then I have been lately. Yesterday I was plagued by a battering ram in my head all day until at 3:00, I finally gave into a nice nap. It's only the second nap I've been able to take, even though I've felt tired enough for one every single day for the past 4 weeks.

So, I feel very ordinary, as I read through the symptoms I should be having at each stage I seem to be following the very traditional route. Morning sickness, fatigue, restlessness at night, and I'm an emotional headcase.

Poor Byron has had to listen to me blubber away about absolutely nothing really. I'm pretty sure I cried yesterday because I didn't feel like eating!

I've been on a Ramen Noodle kick for the past couple of days around lunchtime, I've been trying to stick to healthy stuff, but my stomach always seems to have hunger pangs if I go even an hour without eating.

Fruit Loops have made their way back into my breakfast routine as I was just able to find them at the local grocery store. Although it would shock my family to know that I paid almost $10 for the box. You have to pay serious money here for American goods.

Egg Nog is on the menu! I've been really bummed about not being able to be in the States for Christmas AGAIN, but Byron seems to be supporting my Christmas crazy for the time being to help me cope, and he drove 20 minutes so I could get some egg nog.

I am constantly thankful for him as my husband because at times he may be infuriating, but above all he is always my best friend and I could not be happier to have him by my side.