Only three months to go

I am sure our faithful readers (ie: my mom and Bryan's mom) have been anxiously awaiting a blog post from me that chronicles my feelings on pregnancy.  Well, Dana and Nancy, the wait is over.

For those of you who haven't seen me in all my maternal glory, here's a photo taken just this morning.  Apologies for the poor quality -- it was taken with my cell phone.



6 months and counting

Really, my experience with my pregnancy can be divided into two categories.  First, the funny/obnoxious things people have said.  Second, the things that have surprised me about pregnancy.

Funny/obnoxious things people have said:

• My obstetrician at my monthly checkup in January:  "Wow, you've gained a lot of weight since I last saw you."  Ouch.
• My little brother, right after we announced I was pregnant: "You know how hard it is to lose weight after you've had a baby, right?"  Grr. 
• A work acquaintance (pointing at my belly): "Looks like things are really cooking in there."
• Everyone I know who already has kids: "You'd better sleep now, because once the baby comes, you'll never sleep again!"

Biggest surprises:

• Morning sickness.  My mom -- mother of six children -- never had a day of morning sickness, and my sister, whose baby was born February 1, didn't either.  It didn't even occur to me that I might get sick until it happened on the side of the freeway as Bryan and I were driving into work one morning.
• How quickly I went from being able to wear clothes made for normal people to having nothing that fit.  It really sort of happened overnight.
• The number of people who want to touch my stomach, especially the number of total strangers.
• Bryan's level of excitement every time he feels the baby move.  It's really quite endearing to see how awesome he thinks it is to feel a little punch or kick.
• How hard it is to pick out a name.  I blame my little sister for this, who had her baby's name picked out before she was even pregnant.  She set the expectations unrealistically high for how easy it would be to find the right name.  I promise, mom, the baby will have a name before we leave the hospital, but I can't make any promises that he will be named before then.
• How quickly time is passing.  It's mid-February already?  Seriously?

With roughly three months to go, I'm sure there will more memorable comments and more surprises along the way.  For now, I'm healthy, all is going well, and I'm taking it one day at a time.