Weeks 4-7

The first few weeks being pregnant have been so weird, and I definitely want to remember all of it. 

Week 4 

I had planned to keep it a secret from my friend's at work until a few of us were going out for dinner later in the week, but I had a major case of pregnancy brain and couldn't form a complete sentence all morning. My best friend asked me over and over if I was alright, and I just couldn't hold it in any longer so I showed her the picture of Sammy and I holding the tests. She was so shocked and happy and it was a great moment. Minutes after I told her, a patron pinched me and then shoved me while yelling at me, something that's never happened before. I was pretty shaken up by the incident but ultimately okay. The next day I was screamed at by a drunk man we'd been trying to get trespassed by the police and just stood there while he screamed at me. He was ultimately arrested because he refused to leave. Those two days in a row had me seriously questioning where I need to be, not just for my safety but the baby's as well. Right now I feel like that's where I need to stay, but it wasn't fun to be stressing about that.

We shared the news with my family by tying this on their dogs collar. She is an attention hog and I know that she will not be happy when Baby G arrives, at least at first. They were completely shocked. 

Week 5 

I went out with two of my best friends and told Katie the news. She was shocked but so excited. I had two empanadas from my favorite place that night, and that was my last real meal. I felt SO sick when I was driving home late that night and was terrified that I was going to throw up on the forty minute drive. I hit every single red light and Sammy talked to me on the phone the whole way home. I was beyond exhausted and had a hard time going to sleep. I woke up and had a panic attack around midnight, then was up the rest of the night feeling so hungry I was nauseous. I nibbled on saltines all night long but they weren't helping. 

And so began the morning sickness. 

I was so sick on Thursday, but thankfully my mom came over and stayed with me, making sure I kept eating even though I didn't want to, and took care of me. I started feeling a little better that evening, and slept okay that night. When I woke up the next morning to go back to work, I was soo sick. I was pacing around making weird noises, trying to calm down and Sammy was a little freaked out. I made it to work though and everyone was very supportive. I had a bag of snacks at the desk and just ate all day. I started feeling better by the afternoon and was craving KFC SO bad when I drove home. I called Sammy and he directed me towards the nearest one, but it had been closed so he gave me directions to another one. When I got home I took five delicious bites of a Famous Bowl, and then I was completely full. I had some cheese right before bed, then slept gloriously. 

On Saturday I felt amazing in the morning and we told Sammy's family the news. It was his dad's birthday so we got him a card that said Grandpa all over it. It wasn't until he read what was inside that he fully comprehended what it meant. He asked if we were serious, then burst out crying. Sammy's mom started sobbing which shocked me, and then his brother was crying, and everyone was hugging me. It was great. The second we finished the reveal and then headed out to dinner though, I felt SO nauseous. I was sucking on Preggie pops, eating graham crackers, doing everything I could to try and feel normal as we waited for dinner. It was not a fun dinner and I have no idea what people were saying because I was focused so hard on not throwing up. I was sick the rest of the night and Sammy rubbed my back until I fell asleep. 

When I woke early Sunday morning, I was dizzy and felt so sick. I went to grab a smoothie from the fridge but I couldn't get it open. I went over to Sammy and woke him up, asking him to open my smoothie. He told me he was dreaming, he heard his name called, and there was a glowing skeleton standing in front of him handing him a smoothie. I'd worn this skeleton shirt to bed, and apparently it glows in the dark. He opened my smoothie though, so it's all good. :) 

That morning we watched an SNL skit that had chili in it, and even though it was 8:00, I really wanted some chili. I heated some up, had five bites, and then was done. I ended up skipping church that day because I felt so poorly, and because it was fast Sunday. I was eating every 45 minutes to feel normal and it's kinda obvious when you're eating while everyone else is abstaining from food.

Week 6

As soon as I hit week 6, my morning sickness got a bit better. It honestly freaked me out and had me convinced something was wrong. I talked with a few friends and they helped me calm down, and I tried my best to just enjoy feeling better. Isn't it weird how feeling good can be a bad sign?

I had SO many cravings this week. Taco Bell was kind enough to make cheese fries and Sammy brought them home and they were the best thing I've ever had. So good I wanted cheese fries all the time. Sammy has been so sweet and has made/gotten whatever I've wanted to eat. The day after taco bell I wanted tacos again, so he made some. I put together my perfect burrito for work the next day, and Sammy made his own. Here's the thing about Sammy; he REALLY loves sriracha and he puts it on everything. He put together his burrito and smothered it in it on the inside.

At work the next day I wore my tacosaurus socks and thought about my lunch all.day. When it was finally lunch time I pulled out my burrito to warm it up and noticed it was folded funny. I knew I would never fold a burrito like that, and that Sammy had taken mine. I warmed it up and prayed that he hadn't doused it in sriracha, but when I took a bite the spicy truth hit me. I hate sriracha, and I cried a little bit.

Sammy was SO sweet and apologetic about it though, and didn't treat me like I was overreacting for being upset. He sent me gifs of Mr. Darcy apologizing, and got got me Panera for dinner to make up for it. I freaking love him. 

One day I had a huge craving for Doritos and couldn't stop thinking about them, so I went and found some. They tasted so good in the moment, but afterwards sounded disgusting. I also really wanted fried pickles from a restaurant, but by the time they got there I didn't want them anymore.

Smells really started to bother me this week, making it the perfect time to work in a public library where people with a plethora of smells come and sit all day. There was a scary incident where we were giving someone a ride and a smell started bothering me and I was pretty close to puking in the car. 

Sammy and I went apartment hunting this week and applied for a new place with two bedrooms and two baths. It also happens to be the apartments my parents first lived in in Colorado which is really strange. 

At work I was craving brownies REALLY really bad. It was a particularly bad day, so I decided to order in some brownies and some cheese bread from Dominos. It was amazing while I was eating, but as soon as I finished I felt sick. It was fun while it lasted. 

Week 7

The first day of week 7 was Valentine's Day. I started it off with a horribly vivid nightmare where I stabbed Sammy and couldn't remember the address of where we were to get help. It was horrible and the only explanation I have is pregnancy dreams. I woke up Sammy to apologize immediately, but felt horrible about it all day. Sammy was so sweet and got me flowers and chocolates. He told me all he wanted were Krispy Kreme donuts, so after work I went to get some. Well, the one nearest us was closed down. One of the potatoes we had for dinner was rotten on the inside, and the smell of the pasta Sammy made was making me gag. I was so exhausted that we were in bed by 8:30 and I just felt so frustrated with myself. Valentine's Day has always been one of my favorite holidays and we just couldn't celebrate it like usual. 

Sammy cheered me up though and we spent a good hour just giggling together. I'm so thankful to have him and that he makes me feel so loved every single day. 

This week was the beginning of going to bed at 9:00 every night, and the return of morning sickness. I'm so exhausted after work that it's all I can manage. I made the mistake of running to the store after work and then cleaning up the apartment one night and fighting through exhaustion. I was so sick that night and the next morning and wasn't able to sleep. It's been hard to accept what my limits are and stick to them. After resting, I feel better so I want to do a million things. When I do them though, I get sick. I've also eaten so many things that sound good, and then immediately after finishing them, they sound like the most disgusting thing in the world and every time I think about them I gag. RIP nachos, I can't wait until you sound good again.

I got a cold this week too. I haven't had one in quite awhile so that was fun. I went home from work early one day and hung out with my mom and brother. They decided to have a bake off, so I made them watch The Great British Baking show. I got to try two different cakes and my brother made me some Kraft mac and cheese.

One of Sammy's favorite places to eat is Noodles and Company and it isn't my favorite. On a day off, he said that we could go to one of my favorite places to eat, but I was craving potstickers from Noodles so. bad. So we went there. 

We saw Black Panther and I was feeling a bit nauseous during the movie, so I got a soda to sip on which I usually don't do. The movie was SO GOOD that I refused to go to the bathroom during it. That was a mistake. Let's just say, the automatic toilet flushed twice because I was peeing so long. I won't be doing that again.

Sammy's taken such good care of me with my cold and morning sickness. Thankfully it hit during President's Day weekend so I had a few days to just rest. He's made sure that I'm fed, have enough to drink, rubbed my back, and watched movies with me. He even drove out in the middle of a snowstorm to get some pizza for me.