The wonder hit us andwe gazed at each other in joy.
Please note the ability we had at that moment to gaze at each other in joy. (Get your fill of gazing at your husband, new moms, because after happy baby event occurs, there is no time slot left for adorable gazing.)
We waltzed home on cloud nine. Hubby held every door for me and insisted that I not pick up anything heavier than a fork. Since this was the only allowed form of exercise, I felt like I needed to do it as much as possible to stay in shape.
Unfortunately,this was skewed thinking and I was forced to take up walking/really-slow jogging to supplement. I decided on some new hobbies, which included napping and shopping for those adorable new born clothes.
To help prevent the fabled morning sickness, I decided to have crackers at hand at all times. I nibbled crackers when I first awoke in the morning, on the way to work, midmorning as I typed, after lunch, before dinner, and after dinner.
I was a very literal person.
I am proud to say that I had absolutely no queasiness at all due to my cracker diligence. In fact, by bedtime, I was so sick of crackers that I would lie in bed reading and sucking the salt off the crackers. I then stacked the crackers in neat little convenient piles on the nightstand.
My husband complained so much about the cracker piles that I relented and after licking the crackers, put them back in the bag. This apparently was also an unacceptable situation. When my husband desired to eat a cracker, he preferred the salt still on the cracker and the general crispinessof the cracker still tangible. It was great while it lasted but all good things must come to an end.
So, soon I am looking forward to feeling that first little movement of my precious baby. One happy day, I felt it!
I called my husband and excitedly explained the feeling! He was elated! The excitement deprived midwife patiently informed us that this wonderful feeling was probably gas since we were not far enough along to feel anything yet.
I was decidedly grumpy.
I decided to eat things that made me gassy and just pretend that it was the baby kicking. After all, where did that midwife get her degree anyhow? Who is the big high pregnancy expert that says you can’t feel movement at nine weeks?
HA.
I realize now that it was gas and I really had a very windy first trimester, until the day that I felt true baby bopping. My husband was relieved when we arrived at real baby movement and we could shut the windows at night.
To Be Continued......
Please note the ability we had at that moment to gaze at each other in joy. (Get your fill of gazing at your husband, new moms, because after happy baby event occurs, there is no time slot left for adorable gazing.)
We waltzed home on cloud nine. Hubby held every door for me and insisted that I not pick up anything heavier than a fork. Since this was the only allowed form of exercise, I felt like I needed to do it as much as possible to stay in shape.
Unfortunately,this was skewed thinking and I was forced to take up walking/really-slow jogging to supplement. I decided on some new hobbies, which included napping and shopping for those adorable new born clothes.
To help prevent the fabled morning sickness, I decided to have crackers at hand at all times. I nibbled crackers when I first awoke in the morning, on the way to work, midmorning as I typed, after lunch, before dinner, and after dinner.
I was a very literal person.
I am proud to say that I had absolutely no queasiness at all due to my cracker diligence. In fact, by bedtime, I was so sick of crackers that I would lie in bed reading and sucking the salt off the crackers. I then stacked the crackers in neat little convenient piles on the nightstand.
My husband complained so much about the cracker piles that I relented and after licking the crackers, put them back in the bag. This apparently was also an unacceptable situation. When my husband desired to eat a cracker, he preferred the salt still on the cracker and the general crispinessof the cracker still tangible. It was great while it lasted but all good things must come to an end.
So, soon I am looking forward to feeling that first little movement of my precious baby. One happy day, I felt it!
I called my husband and excitedly explained the feeling! He was elated! The excitement deprived midwife patiently informed us that this wonderful feeling was probably gas since we were not far enough along to feel anything yet.
I was decidedly grumpy.
I decided to eat things that made me gassy and just pretend that it was the baby kicking. After all, where did that midwife get her degree anyhow? Who is the big high pregnancy expert that says you can’t feel movement at nine weeks?
HA.
I realize now that it was gas and I really had a very windy first trimester, until the day that I felt true baby bopping. My husband was relieved when we arrived at real baby movement and we could shut the windows at night.
To Be Continued......
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