Requisite post..

The thing about inviting you all to my blog is that now I get nice little reminders when I forget to post for days on end. :) Thank you for the kick in the buns.

We spent the better part of lunch discussing names.. whether or not to follow the conventions of our families, or create something totally new. I think that the discussion will have to be tabled for after the gender is determined.. it's too difficult to narrow things down when so much is unknown.

I'm feeling pretty dang good, all told. The nausea has given way to apathy and aversion to food as I mentioned in my last post. The good old standbys are Chobani pineapple flavored 2% greek yogurt, bananas, and sometimes smoothies. These things always sound good. Which is great, because between the yogurt, cereal, and strawberry milk I've been drinking, I seem to be getting a ton of calcium. My doctor suggested that I stop taking the calcium supplement I had begun a year ago, and see if I need it later, since I'm getting so much in my diet. Woo hoo! I'd like to cut my sugar even further back, but right now I just have to go with what tastes good, I think.

It's exciting to talk with family and friends, everyone is so eager to meet this baby! Since I recently went through watching two of my best friends have their first babies, I can completely identify with the feelings of anticipation and delight at the prospect of having a new little one in the family. It's just neat to be the one doing the 'cooking' this time!

My stomach feels... different. It's not the baby proper that is making the bump, I don't think - it feels more like the muscles are firming up and things are moving around in prep for my growing uterus. The websites say that it is now the size of a large grapefruit, with the baby being about the size of a prune. (Now there's an excellent visual..) The idea of having a grapefruit in my belly somewhere is a bit wild. Hopefully soon I'll actually be able to see something. Maybe when Canteloupe season strikes. Let's not talk about Watermelon.

On a more serious note, I had a significant breakdown the other day as a tidal wave of grief hit me regarding the loss of my mother. I was listening to a beautiful Irish song, from the perspective of a child singing about their grandmother and how loving she was, and I simply lost it. It just sort of hit me in the face that these two beings would never ever meet. Two of the most important people that will ever be in my life, and I'm their only connection to one another. I have always said that I would do everything in my power to keep my mom's memory alive when I had my own children. To talk about Grandma Jane as though she were still a living, breathing part of my family. But the fact remains that they will never know her beautiful loving way and patient heart. Stories just aren't enough. It really breaks my heart into pieces, and I'm sure this won't be the last time I grieve in this way.

Adopt, adapt, and improve.


*sigh*