If only Eve hadn’t eaten the fruit

Well, for most of you reading this it will come as no surprise that Kevin and I are expecting a baby. I know I set up this blog to keep everyone updated as to what is going on with us, and heaven knows I have certainly had plenty of time to do so during these past two months. So here it is, folks! And I hope it’s informative and entertaining at the same time.

When I saw the little positive on the home pregnancy test the week after we moved into our new home I was shocked, in disbelief, and excited. Yes, this one is planned, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon! But I also know God is sovereign and He has deemed this as part of our path, and quite honestly it couldn’t have happened at a better time. So for the first week and a half, I excitedly announced our news and waited for the next stage of this wild ride. Since that time, I have become convinced that when God cursed Eve with painful labor for eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil He also cursed her and every woman after her with the rough nine months that precede it. Now, I don’t have any biblical support for this, so theologians, just hold your horses. I’m merely stating an opinion.

Ever since I got married, I have felt truly blessed to be a part of the sisterhood of wives and mothers. However, I have also felt like I have been going through required initiation rituals that leave new members like myself in a state of confusion while more experienced members just sit back, watch and smile. For example, no one told me that it would be a huge hassle to change my last name, let alone that the first step in that process is to go to the local social security office. Nobody told me that upon pregnancy my hyper-sensitive nose would catch a whiff of McDonalds as I simply drive by and immediately cause my tummy to react. Nobody told me that morning sickness nausea meant that you’re actually SUPPOSED to eat something to make it go away (no longer applicable to me at this point since it’s a chore to just get food down.) I’m determined to put an end to all the secrecy RIGHT NOW, and that’s one reason I’m choosing to post on this blog again. Hey, no one said I was shy and modest. Give me the the truth on this one. 🙂

I know it sounds like I just ranted and raved, but truthfully I have a wonderful mother and mother-in-law who regularly check in on me to make sure I’m ok, as well as cook some meals for me since the smell of food cooking sends me running for the bathroom, and I think Kevin is starting to get a little tired of Taco Bell. Not to mention a couple of sisters-in-law that text me to encourage me and give me advice as they both just went through their fourth pregnancies. One of them sent me a great book: “Pregnancy Sucks.” I immediately read it because I felt so akin to the title! So I’m not muddling through this entirely on my own. But my poor husband has certainly had to deal with. Lot from me already, and I haven’t even really had an episode of random crying yet. Won’t that be fun?

Since I’m almost 12 weeks I haven’t had too many symptoms to share yet. Just nausea, exhaustion, headaches, and a distaste for certain foods (I can’t emphasize enough how much I miss cheese right now.)  And so far the only thing that has quelled the nausea enough for me to get some nutrition down to the little lime (I’m comparing the baby to fruit until we find out the gender) is peppermint. You know, the cheap candies they give you at restaurants when they bring you the check. Also peppermint tea (herbal, caffeine free.) I know this stuff doesn’t work for everyone but I’m just throwing the info out there.  

On a positive note, I will be celebrating my one year anniversary in exactly one month. A lot has certainly happened and I wouldn’t change a thing. Every time I bow over the porcelain throne I say a prayer of thanks and tell myself, “It’s a good thing, it’s a good thing…” If you find yourself in my position someday, remember, it’s a good thing!