One (almost) down, two more to go

I am entering the final week of my first trimester. God how slowly this is going by! Right now, I look like I've just gained weight, not that I'm pregnant. That's annoying. My mom came in town this weekend and we bought clothes to get me through the next month or so until I need maternity clothes. My yoga clothes are getting too tight. You can't hide anything in yoga clothes. It is utterly depressing, I tell you. And I continue to tell myself that this is just all part of the process. That doesn't appear to be helping.

But what an overwhelming process it is! My friends from my hometown are throwing me a baby shower over Christmas and I have no idea what all I need. How do you choose a stroller or car seat? There are so many! I've started emailing my friends and asking what they have used. And I remember that one of Cody's co-worker's wife had a really bad car accident with her baby in the car. The police said that the car seat saved the baby's life, so I think I might get that one. And oh how we need to clear up some space in our house! Over the holidays, my plan is to clean out both our guest bedroom and office closets. The guest bedroom will become the nursery and the office will become the guest bedroom--not sure yet where the "office" will go.

In celebration of my pregnancy, Cody and I went out and bought ourselves a 40" flat-screen LCD tv that is now hanging above the fireplace. We also want to buy new furniture. Clearly we think that we are made of money.

So that's my update on the bun in my oven. Very exciting things going on in there!

Up and at 'em

Well, I'm feeling better, but I slept very little last night. I have had a headache for three days and it won't go away. I have also been having a lot of trouble sleeping and I'm concerned because this is supposed to happen during the third trimester of pregnancy, not the first. I am going to try to exercise at lunch and go to yoga after work. I must do yoga. I am in need of a good practice.

Woe is me

I'm sick. Sick and pregnant. I think I have a cold so I'm at home today. I haven't practiced yoga all week and the only form of exercise I've done is taking the dog for a two-mile walk on Monday. Wow. The hormones took over last night. I got in bed and started crying. I could not stop. It was strange. People have been asking me if my hormones were raging and up until last night I could honestly say that they weren't. I just ate chicken soup for breakfast and I'm going to get back in the bed, hopefully to sleep until tomorrow morning when I will feel well enough to go to work, go to spin class during lunch, and go to yoga after work. Wishful thinking.

Let's try this again

I haven't blogged much lately mainly because I was anxious to write about the newest chapter in my life but wasn't ready to discuss it until now. I will be giving birth to a new life in April! It is both exciting and incredibly scary at the same time. I'm nine weeks along and have had two ultrasounds, both of which looked really good. The last one was really cool because we saw the baby wiggle a bit. The entire process is strange and miraculous and wonderful when you think about it. There is another human growing inside of me. How wonderfully weird!

I plan to blog about this over the next eight months and hope that it will be a learning process for me. My body is already changing and I am not comfortable with the fact that I have gained two pounds. I'm still exercising and practicing yoga but less often than I was before because I get tired. My appetite has not decreased as it does for many women in the first trimester so I think if you couple that with less exercise, a little weight gain is normal. I've learned that if I'm tired I need to rest, something that has never come easily for me, except for maybe on Sunday afternoons. I like to move. I'm anxious to enter the second trimester because I hear that I will get a burst of energy. It seems hard to believe at this point.

My family is ridiculously excited. This will be the first little one to enter into their world. I feel blessed that Cody and I have had no trouble conceiving as many women I know do, even at my age or younger. Knowing that we will responsible for another person for a long time to come is incredibly frightening. I worry about whether or not I will be a good mother but I promise that I will certainly try my best. And throughout this pregnancy I promise to take care of my body, mind, and soul so that our baby will enter this world ready for the things it has to offer, both good and bad. What an interesting journey this will be.