This morning, while pulling my lunch out of the refrigerator, the smell of everything hit me. Yup, I am here again. The refrigerator makes me nauseated. I remember this feeling well.
I was in a training this morning where I ended up sitting between the coworker that is 9 months pregnant and my new coworker who is 5 months pregnant. I said a little prayer that I would one day get to have cute little bumps like they had, even as my bra and my pants felt like they were strangling me because of the bloat.
So, 7 weeks. Luckily, Mr. Rhody and I have a very busy week ahead of us, so that should make things go by quickly. Tonight we are going to a cooking lesson! And Wednesday we have another u/s, dancing lessons, and it is Mr. Rhody's birthday. Thursday is our appointment with the OB Medicine specialists. Hopefully, I'll have some time to do yoga in there as well.
7 weeks. 3 more to go until the magical 10 weeks. Today I am pregnant, and I love my baby. Please, God, let me meet this one.
I hope your u/s goes great tomorrow!
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