12 Weeks

Wrapping up the first trimester!















On Thursday we were officially at 12 weeks!  A friend of mine, and college roommate, is an amazing photographer in Bloomington.  She is going to take my pregnancy progression pictures over the next 6 months (where did 3 months go?) and we're going to make a photo journal.  We'll also include the first newborn pictures.  We had our first session last Thursday night - see above.  That is a sneak peak into what the photo journal will look like.  I am so excited to document this progression, and she is going to do an amazing job!  Thanks again, Laura!  And of course I have to include my chalkboard.

My nausea is way better.  I'm still feeling very tired every day.  I hit a wall about 1pm, and usually go to bed around 8:30pm.  I still have my regular emotional, "ridiculous" moments, but that should get better throughout the 2nd trimester.  I've been assured I am NOT bi-polar, and the emotional roller coaster is very normal.  I can stand smells a little bit more now.  I can't wait for spring.  I have been in desperate need of fresh air.  Sometimes I'll open my back door for just a few minutes to get some fresh air.  It'll be a lot nicer when it's not 30 degrees out.  Lately I've been craving chicken patty sandwiches or chicken breast sandwiches, iced coffees, and nectarines.....oh, man, I am loving me some nectarines right now.  And now that Lent is here, I am really looking forward to multiple Filet 'O Fish Fridays!  I don't understand how someone could not love that tartar sauce sandwich.

I am finding myself having a bad case of pregnancy brain: forgetfulness.  And it only applies to food.  For instance, if there are leftovers after dinner I will put them in tupperware to go into the fridge - I LOVE leftovers.  At least once every week I leave said leftovers out on the counter all night long...all night, all night.  It makes for a very sad morning.  Yesterday I wanted chocolate chip cookies.  I only had enough flour to make a 1/2 batch.  I put them in the oven and set the timer for....wait for it, wait for it,  20 MINUTES!  Who does that?!  I smelled them burning and just thought it was the oven.  Then I went to check on them with 3 minutes left and realized what I had done.  Only 6 are edible.  So depressing.  Everyone knows you bake cookies for 9-11 minutes.  Even I know this.  Why I thought 20 minutes was appropriate, I'll never know.  Actually, I blame the pregnancy brain.

 So what is going on in Katana's world right now?  The most dramatic change this week: reflexes.  The baby is moving now, even though I can't feel it.  But I was lucky enough to see it last Friday at my doctor appointment.  My nurse practitioner was so nice and gave me a free sonogram.  It was amazing.  The baby was moving, and "she" looked like a little person.  The legs were crossed at the ankles, and the hands were moving around.  So cool!  I can't wait until I can feel that.  Katana is just about 2 inches, about the size of a lime.

So I have to tell you all real quick about my dream last night.  I had a dream that I gave birth to a boy, he was 9 lb., 16 oz.  Yes I know that is 10 lb., but it made me feel better in my dream to say 9 lb., 16 oz.  Anyway, he came out walking and shooting hoops.  And I couldn't decide on a name, so I just called him baby.  Weird.

Off to read my new books that my Aunt Donna sent me: "Belly Laughs" and "What To Expect When Your Wife Is Expecting" - well that last one is for Bryan, but we all know I'm going to read it, too.  Have a good week everyone!