Then Comes Baby in a Baby Carriage

Erik and I are having a baby girl in May. Part of me feels this journey has taken a while, but the other part of me can't believe she'll be here so soon.

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Momma wants to be honest. Pregnancy is hard. I haven't even had as difficult a time as other women have, and I'll say that while the baby is 100% worth it, this is one of the hardest things I've ever done. I've been feeling better the last while, but the first several weeks were a little hellish.

What to say about morning sickness. Well first, there was nothing "morning" about it. I actually tended to throw up more at night, but even when I wasn't paying tithes to the toilet, I was nauseous. And I have spent so much time with my head in said toilet, I have made quite the discoveries about the flavors, textures, and colors of a variety of food coming up--all of which can change depending on how soon after eating one gets sick. I've lost some ice cream while it was still cold. I've grimaced as thick breakfast cereal nearly choked me. And worst of all was when I would get sick at 3 AM and nothing but yellow, burning acid would scald my throat and nose.

I don't vomit often now. Mainly it's if I have a little too much acid chilling in my breadbasket area, or if I've eaten too much. I'm grateful for this. But my appetite hasn't kicked in the way I hoped it would. Fortunately, I'm gaining the weight I'm supposed to be, and I can manage to eat and keep it all down. But very few things sound good, especially around dinner time. I can't stand the sight or taste of veggies. Tomato based anything gives me heartburn and belly aches. Chicken is offensive. Even worse... Chinese food. I can't even think about it without wanting to gag. These were all foods I enjoyed before, but now I have an aversion to them.

Truth be told, all I want is junk food. Chips, candy, sugary cereals... All the dessert. I also love potatoes, especially baked with butter and salt. Excuse me as I drool.

I'm tired and get a little achy from time to time. I wake up throughout the night to roll over because my hips and legs get sore. My belly feels tight and breathing can be quite the feat. Stairs are my enemy.

And yet when she moves... It's my favorite. Our baby girl is a wiggle worm, and she's very busy a lot of the time. I love when Erik can feel her kick and nudge. He's very supportive of me, takes good care of me, and he doesn't care that I am now the pickiest eater in the world, don't have energy to do much, and spend most of my free time in pajamas (though I somehow think the latter has always been a thing with me). He's the best. But still... It's almost like when he can feel her move, he's getting a glimpse of the good parts of pregnancy. Not the trial portion.

Yes, pregnancy isn't fun. I wish I could enjoy it more, but it's the end result that I'm doing this for. I am so excited for our little one. She's our daughter, and she's going to be incredible.

We recently moved into a house, our first home. My parents bought us a crib, Erik's parents bought a rocking chair, and both are set up in the nursery. We're doing a woodland creature theme. Once we've had our baby showers, we'll be able to decorate. Then we'll be ready to welcome Miss Baker home.

I'm hoping to get back to writing. Around October, when I started to really feel sick, I stopped writing. I even stopped reading. I'm finally getting back in the groove of reading again, so I want writing to follow. I'm going to try tonight. The least I can do is work on some rewrites on a book I finished before I became pregnant.

I hope this little one loves books. Her daddy doesn't, but they're one of her mom's favorite things.