8 weeks

So today I'm 8 weeks pregnant, which means baby is only 6 weeks old.  I can't wait to go to my first prenatal appointment so that I can have my doctor explain this crazy timeline to me.  While tiny baby has little arm and leg buds, it's overall appearance still creeps me out.  I will probably say this every week but... that's what our baby looks like?!  How does that grow into a human?

I finally think that I've gained some weight.  Either that or I just ate too much last night.  I weighed 139 lbs. this morning.  I'm secretly hoping that weight sticks for a little while.  Still on track either way according to the internet.

Kidney bean baby!

This past week I have decided that I am not going to believe that there is a baby in there until I see it on an ultrasound or hear the heartbeat with a doppler.  I don't feel any different!  If there is a baby in there then I'm going to count my blessings because this has been pretty easy so far.  I read on the baby website that I frequent that one woman, while shopping for groceries, had to throw up in her daughter's coat because of the smell of the meat.  Let me tell you.  I would die if I couldn't go to the grocery store.  I don't have heightened senses, morning sickness, sore bresticles, or anything.  I could take a nap at any point of the day but Hubs would say that was normal.  I do have less of an appetite but it's not because I'm necessarily feeling 'sick'.  I am still working out normally, which I hope to maintain throughout.

So, I'm being honest here when I say that I'm not quite sure this is 100%.  I get why people don't tell until 12 weeks.  My first prenatal appointment is Wednesday.  After that I will feel much more confident in this new journey in my life.

On another note, Hub is really into all of this baby stuff, which excites me.  This weekend we decided which bedroom would turn into the nursery.  Not only did we decide, we started the conversion.  If you've been reading my blog you know that this weekend Hubs got the great idea to put our office in the back bedroom, right?  Well, it's not because we wanted more space.  It's because we're using the second bedroom as the nursery and want to get the room emptied out, de-popcorned, and primed for whatever color paint we're going to change it to.

Side note: AS - I know you want me to run the Shamrock Marathon next March and I am truly going to make an attempt at doing it.  This time you're NOT the pregnant one... I am.  But, if I can keep as active as I have been throughout the pregnancy I definitely know that 3 months is plenty of time to prepare myself for a marathon.  Even if I'm doing the grandpa shuffle :)

Oh.  SandS Photography, you're hired!