Gross.

Okay, so I vowed to keep this updated, and even though I really have nothing of importance to say, I thought I'd post anyway! So here's what's been going on in our world lately...

For the most part I have felt great (all things considered)! I have been completely and totally exhausted and pretty queasy, but I know it could certainly be so much worse! The queasiness has gotten a little worse the past week and all I really want are popsicles. I'm trying to stick with the sugar free fruit bars for now! We will see how long that lasts. (: So all in all, things are good! All that leads me to the "gross" part...

This morning I headed over to the lab bright and early for my "OB Panel" which translates into 8 tubes of blood being sucked from my arm. I am completely terrified of needles. Thankfully, I have good veins, so it didn't take long. Well, I also had to have a glucose tolerance test because I am predisposed to gestational diabetes because my mom had it. Lovely. Sooo, I got to sit in the waiting room and drink the nasty sugar filled orange drink. Most people don't have this test until 26ish weeks. I think I could have handled it then. But in my (totally expert) opinion, it is completely cruel to give a queasy pregnant woman, who wants nothing to do with sugar (with the exception of the popsicles!) for the most part, a bottle full of orange sugary nastiness. I thought I was going to be sick after I finished drinking it (in the 5 minutes I was allotted). As I was walking back out to wait the hour until my blood could be drawn, the nurse tells me to let them know if I got sick because we would have to start all over. So of course I was bound and determined to keep it down for the hour. I managed...but barely! It was a miserable experience (or maybe I'm just being dramatic?) to say the least! I hope I passed this one and don't have to go back for the 3 hour test....and hopefully when I get to do this all over again at 26 weeks it won't be nearly as bad! Okay...enough ranting.

Clayton has been a complete and total saint to put up with me. I tell him every day (in tears) that I'm so sorry I'm being a terrible wife. I realize this is just the hormones talking, but I get so upset thinking about all the things that I should be doing to help him and take care of him...but I'm just too exhausted! I am so blessed to have such a fantastic husband who does his best not to get irritated with me and just lets me have my moody moments...and then acts like it never happened! I'm ready for the second trimester when I will supposedly get all of my energy back!

I bought a really neat table last week for the baby's room! I'm sure Clayton thinks I'm crazy, but I can't help it! My mom also reminded me that I can't be painting and re-finishing furniture myself. Major letdown! But I guess that just means I get to supervise while Clayton does it for me! I think that's how that works? (: I can't wait to find out what the baby is so that I can start on the nursery!

The next 8 days can't go by quickly enough! I'm so excited/anxious for my ultrasound on the 10th! I'm so hoping we will get to see/hear the heartbeat and we will finally have a better estimate of when this sweet baby will be here! I suppose my next post will be after the ultrasound! I can't wait to share it with everyone!

PS-I think I use parentheses too much.