5 Weeks

It's Sunday.  This means my handy MyPregnancy app will announce with great fanfare that "your baby is the size of a _____" today. 

Today we've reached the sesame seed stage.

The first day I downloaded this app, it told me "you may just be finding out you're pregnant this week.  Invest in some supportive bras." 

It wasn't kidding.  Those sesame seeds may seem small but they've taken over my entire body.  In two short weeks, I've gone from a 34B to a 36C, am practically a walking narcoleptic with moderate vertigo and a desire to eat vast quantities of onions and red meat. 

All of our hopes are pinned on Tuesday morning's ultrasound.  Once we see some visual evidence, I think we'll both relax a bit more and try to enjoy this crazy ride.  I, for one, would love to be released to do any kind of exercise and taking of tubs.  Walking from classroom to classroom and hauling my books and files around is the extent of my physical exertion right now and it's driving me nuts.  Of course I'm grateful to have school to keep me focused for 9+ hours a day but even just some yoga would be lovely.  I don't need to go back to my cardio kickboxing class or anything extreme but I do need to find a way to combat this fatigue, since caffeine is off limits.  

I'm thankful to be so busy at school that I don't even have time to get hungry like I do when left to my own devices.  I have plenty of snacks with me but the appetite hasn't been an issue at work.  It's the weekends when I make up for it, though.  I get home Friday nights and all I can think about is what I want Rhett to cook for the next two nights.  When I'm not working, the cave woman comes out and begs for bison or steak or complicated soups with meaty bases and savory vegetables. 

Rhett has been more than obliging and I do always promise him a Wegman's run to get the ingredients, even if I change my mind three times in the store about what it is that I actually want to eat.  (boneless buffalo wings?  parmesan and olives?)  I think he delights in yelling out, "you can't eat that; you're pregnant!" when we pass the briny delights of mussels and clams.  I will train myself to stop missing them since this is a worthy reason to give them up.  Besides, now we know we can get farmed shellfish year-round so they'll certainly be around next fall.