Well whaddya know, someone already has a baby bump...I feel so blooooooaaaaated. My little tank tops from last summer just don't look very good due to the fact that my breasts are enlarging at a speed more rapid than Superman can fly on crack. (Well, that and being knocked up means you're generally just not quite functioning in the gastrointestinal department, so being bloated is quite the understatement.) Nevertheless, I have been diligently googling 7 week pregnant belly images and have found that my swelling tummy ranks up there with a lot of other women in my state of affairs. At least now I don't feel like such a freak! That doesn't stop me from wanting to buy advertisement t-shirts to explain the tummy. You know "With Bump, Not Plump" that sort of thing.

Anyway, since I am only 7 weeks, I cannot feasibly buy any maternity clothing because I'd simply be swimming in them. So, I must bide my time looking pudgy and not pregnant, which is fine because in a few short weeks I am sure that I will be bump-a-riffic, so whatever, right?

Right. I guess.

Moving on, life is changing in more ways than having a new life in the family. My mother has moved from Medford to Seattle, which is pretty great because I've really missed her. Now she will be up here, close to her grandkids and me and my sister. Having her up here makes me feel so blessed. She's one of my best friends and I look forward to being able to hang out, have lunch, go to a movie etc. And, not only has my mother moved, but one of our best friends is making a cross-country trip from New Hampshire to move here as well. I think this is going to be a pretty good summer!

In other changes, we have some painting to do, a hardwood floor to install, a nursery to create etc etc etc. So much to do, 7 months to do it. Its almost like planning a wedding all over again!! Except not as stressful, I hope!

Well, The Devil Wears Prada is on so I'm going to go watch it. Good night!

Yeah, Four Slices!

Oh, God...why did I eat four slices of pizza for dinner tonight? Oh why oh why oh whyohwhywhywhyyyyyyyyyyy...

Why? Because I'm pregnant! Duh! Seriously, I think I'm going to have a food baby now! Either that or heartburn, ugh. Note to self: never do THAT again!!

So, now I'm sitting here with a terribly bloated stomach (as if that wasn't already happening to me) I just had to go and make it worse. Being 6 weeks pregnant does some crazy things to your appetite, and your self-esteem. At 6 weeks you're gassy...emitting popping farts and unexpected burps; you're tired, nauseated, sluggish and just starting to grow. Not noticeably, of course, just enough to make you feel fat and puffy because the waistband of your jeans is getting just a tad bit snug. So, take that and add four slices of pizza and that's pretty much where I'm at. Wallowing in my gluttonous dinner and dreams of elastic waist pants and maternity tops. It's a darn good thing I'm only supposed to gain 15-25 pounds! And, salmonella aside, it's a good thing my only true craving so far has been for tomatoes...can't get too fat on that, right?

Anyway, welcome to my first blog. This is me. I am 30 years old and experiencing my third pregnancy. This will [hopefully] be our first child. The other two pregnancies ended in an ectopic (2002) and a miscarriage (2008). I have been married since March 11, 2008, but have been with my husband for 6 years. He is the depth to my soul, the love of my life, the mate to my lost sock...you get the picture. I am here to tell you our story, a little at a time.

I hope I have roped you in...I love to make new friends and look forward to sharing this experience with you! Until next time....

-K-