samedi 19 octobre 2013
I think Phase 1 is officially over, and that I am now safely in Phase 2. Phase 1 being of course "get away from me, or I'll throw up on you!" And Phase 2 being of course "get away from me, or I'll eat you!"

Though the last time I thought Phase 1 was over, I threw up ten times in two days (the weekend of course) and spent the time between throwing up on the couch with a cool wet washcloth on my forehead. I actually burst blood vessels in my face from throwing up so much, and couldn't even keep down water.

Now, I am hungry all the time. I wake up in the middle of the night because my stomach is rumbling and I have to eat a yogurt. Then I eat breakfast in the morning, again at mid-morning, lunch, an afternoon snack, and dinner. But it's not going anywhere. I keep measuring my waist with a tape measure and there is no change. 

I think I have a black hole in my stomach.

Still not sure if it is a girl or a boy, at the last doctor's visit, the little shrimp wasn't cooperating. (Alain calls it crevette in French, because the first ultrasound was when it was still in the C form, like a seahorse. Amazing). Anyway, we have a list of about 8 girls' names and 1 boys' name. 

Last night I was lying in bed with my hands on my belly, to see if I could feel movement. (That is, movement other than my stomach rumbling.) I felt a small nudge and thought "oh my god! There is someone in there and they want to get out!" Then I felt a big nudge and yelped in surprise. It was like whoever it is was saying "yes! Let me out!"

Next big ultrasound scheduled for Nov. 12th.

Alain bought me three red roses for three months of pregnancy. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was actually four months. One thing at a time.

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