7 Weeks

I am really excited to be 7 weeks pregnant. It sounds actually pregnant and not like the test is still drying in the trash. It makes me feel like I am in the middle of it and not still at the starting gates.

I have always been self-conscious about other people knowing when I am doing something for the first time. Riding the elevator on my first day of work, I just hope no one asks me how long I've been there until I've been there a week and half and can sort of say, "A couple of weeks." I feel like most people I can relate to say they are about 5 weeks pregnant when they are in fact 4 weeks and 3 days because most people do not have the heart to say it as it is.

Whenever I hear people being brutality honest about there current moment, I think, "Wow, they have guts." And sometimes I thing, "What an idiot." I'm on the fence.

But I digress.

So, 7 weeks feel great mentally and pretty crappy physically. I have had good days and bad days. I have to eat dinner-type foods every few hours starting first thing in the morning or I get sick and can't shake it for the whole day. I throw up sometimes, but I mostly just feel sick and awful. My nose is still on fire. My bladder seems unaffected by pregnancy but highly affected by not being on my candida diet. I am not over tired, but I do get really light-headed whenever I get up. Sometimes I have to sit back down or hold on to the wall. I get some cramps, and I seem to have some crazy pains in my gal bladder.

I was just about 9 weeks with McKenna when I lifted some heavy items and started bleeding for one month. That was also the start of the end of the band, Avery left Chris, and Avery moved it. Aside from the bleeding and the fear of miscarriage, it was a really happy time. But still I hope that unless we win the lottery, 9 weeks with #3 will be a lot less eventful.