4 weeks 5 days.
6 weeks 5 days.
10 weeks 5 days.
I haven't had really any "morning" sickness, which, yes I know, is VERY lucky of me. I have had some nausea, and I vomited once. For the first 8 weeks of this pregnancy, I LOVED watermelon. In fact, I ate a whole watermelon by myself one week because Kenny just didn't want any. Well apparently at 8 weeks 6 days, no more watermelon for me. Before, I craved fruit. Now, I mostly do not! It's funny how vomiting can change your entire view of food. The entire 9th week was spent in Europe. I was only nausea then a few times, when we were trying to hurry to board trains to other countries, when I hadn't eaten in a while, when there was a bit too much fat on my ham (or as they call it, bacon... it most certainly is NOT bacon). A lot of places and people in France spell like pee so that wasn't fun, but it was only one day.
So I haven't been sick, but I have been soooooo tired! I take 2-3 hour naps daily (with the cats), and then still go to bed at 10 every night. I'm not getting up super late or early in the mornings, usually around 7:30. I hate sleeping in, because it feels like such a waste, when really I need to do more with my days anyway.
Yesterday, was my 3rd prenatal appointment (picture above). I made Kenny come along. He didn't want to, but afterwards, I think he was much happier that he did and he's excited to go to the next one (June 30th). Tiny Baby (apparently, that's what I call small creatures, because I call Rosie "tiny cat") was kicking it's legs and moving it's arms all around. Then it started doing head stands and stuff. It was so awesome to get to see it moving around, because I can't feel it yet. I told the doctor that we think it's a boy and she mumbled about how it very well could be, so that's exciting. I asked to hear the heartbeat. It was 155 and sounded like... an overbalanced washing machine. You know, when all the clothes go to one side and you have to open it and even everything out... that's why it sounded like. :)
Funny story to relate about my other babies, the cats. While we were in Europe, we boarded the cats at our vet. I wanted to keep all the cats together because they wouldn't do well separated for a week, and we had them put in a dog kennel, because we have a kitten who very well might explode if put in a small space for too long (she's been super energetic since I got her, starting 30 minutes after her spay surgery. Most cats take 3 hours to really wake up from that, but after 30 mins she was up and at'em). Well, they were in the dog kennel with dogs on either sides of them in other kennels. This is what I was told went down: For the first day, the all stayed huddled inside the big carrier we left for them (Sammy has to have a big carrier b/c he's huge, so we left that one b/c I knew Luna would cherish it). After that they played with their toys (K and I supplied toys, food, and blankets) pretty much non-stop and kept knocking them out of the kennel. Every time someone walked by, they would put the toys back. The cats also figured out how to jump up onto the walls between the kennels. They would walk around on top of the walls and look down at the dogs. Sammy would lay on top of the walls and totally relax. He also figured out how to get out of the kennel (jumped up on wall and then down to outside of kennels) and would lay in front of the kennels with dogs in them and tease the dogs, by putting his feet in the cage and pulling them out quickly. He would also slap the dogs in the face. The entire vet staff got a big kick out of my cats. I know they would be more than happy to let us do it again, but it will be a while. When Sammy got home, we had to close him in the hall so we could bring all our stuff in without him tripping us up. He stood by the door and cried like he was being tortured. Poor guy thought we were leaving him again. Luna seems to have gained some courage from her vet excursion, because her usual reaction to coming home from a new place is to hide under the bed. This time, she walked around, tail held high and was just super happy for days. It was adorable. Rosie is still to young to realize that we really are her family and that was just a one time thing. She was just like "Okay. Whatever, I'll get a new family because I'm adorable, and I have my big bro and sister, so I'm cool." Silly kitten isn't quite as attached as Luna and Sammy are.
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