Baby Owski is apparently, at 9 weeks, around the size of a grape. While a grape is really not that big, it's exponentially bigger than a grain of rice, which it was a mere 3 weeks ago. This blows my mind. Its body is being formed like crazy, 24/7.
My pile of books to read has grown, thanks to some friends who've either loaned or given them to me - and one of my first priorities is to figure out good pregnancy nutrition. I've decided to compromise my quasi-vegetarianism even further. Baby O needs tons of protein, and getting enough good nutrition is hard enough already. Plus, over Christmas I was just DYING for some lamb. Usually I can pass it up easily enough, so I figure my body knows what it needs.
The queasiness and tiredness hasn't abated since finding out I'm pregnant, and sitting in a restaurant doesn't help much. We ate out twice over the Christmas break, and both times my entire entree found its way into a doggie bag. Also, how the tide has turned. Once it was me ordering the wine and Eric having a glass of water with his meal. Now the poor guy tries to order Pinot Noir with his dinner and I spend the evening asking him to move it to the furthest side of the table. A mere whiff of it (no, make that the sight of it) makes me want to hurl. Alcohol and I are NOT friends at the moment.
Christmas brought with it the first baby gift - an "I Love Mommy" bib in blue and white. Grandma O couldn't resist. It's cute, and I can't help but wonder what the little face will look like peeking out from on top of it one day. In the meantime, Eric said he'll wear it. Haha! Just so long as he promises never to call me Mommy.
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