11 Weeks

I can say with no hesitation that this week was infinitely better than last week. No emergency room visits! I've probably been feeling about the same as far as typical pregnancy symptoms go, but the pain and discomfort I felt last week is long gone. (Praise God!) It was a good week. I even anticipate that it will get even better over the next couple of weeks as I venture into the second trimester.

I don't think there were any new symptoms that emerged this week, other than impatience. (Seeing your sister advancing 10 weeks ahead and finding out exciting news you can't know about your own baby will do that.) Many continued, though. At the top of the list:

Food aversions and a general obsession with food. Eating is a necessary chore. It takes an eternity to decide what to eat, and heaven help me if it takes more than 15 seconds to prepare or retrieve it. By the time the food itself is in front of me, I won't want it any more. Even if I can get my first bite within a few seconds of deciding it sounds good, that first bite will probably make me change my mind. As soon as I finish eating, though, my mind becomes consumed by trying to figure out where the next meal will come from. There, the cycle begins again. I'm actually worried that I'm going to get in trouble for not gaining enough weight. I'm just going to assure my doctor that I'm eating all I can, even if it's not much. I think he's probably seen this before.

Sleepiness and easy fatigue. I went to the grocery store the other day and slept for two hours when I got home. I get out of breath when I, well, stand up. I know I should be taking walks, but walking to the end of the driveway is an accomplishment. For someone who is generally in pretty good shape (that'd be me, by the way) it's kind of like living in someone else's body.

Of course, there are all of the *other* symptoms that I've had since the beginning but have not written about. Some, well, just cannot be appropriately written about for general audiences, and others aren't very entertaining (even though poor Scott gets to hear about them ad infinitum).

I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday and I can't wait. I don't know if they'll do another sonogram or not, and really I'm okay either way as long as I get to hear the baby's heart again. If they do a sonogram, expect pictures!

I want to say here that I do not write about any of these symptoms in order to complain about them. Honestly, I find them all amusing. It's like my body has been hijacked and I get to be the journalist on the scene to report what's going on. This pregnancy has been a blessing and I do not in any way want to imply anything to the contrary.