6 Weeks, 6 days

Oh, the nausea!

It is tolerable, fortunately, if unpleasant. I almost sort of like it, as a reminder that there's something going on in there. Maybe I need a hobby.

With the notable exception of John's birthday dinner at Margarita's last night, my nutrition has been pretty great. John is remarkably helpful about grocery shopping and stopping at the farmer's market and getting "hippie food," as we call organics. He is being so very supportive about getting me a wide variety of good healthy food.

This weekend we managed a nice walk around Newbury Street before meeting Bob and Andrea for dinner. I am still walking every day and doing some yoga stretches every morning, but it's always a nice treat to walk with John.

It's been tough keeping secrets. Not only did we see Bob and Andrea, but I visited my grandparents this weekend, and talked to my oldest friend Kelly, and have talked to my whole family and John's talked to his whole family. "What's new?" is not a question I can answer right now! I almost thought the cat was out of the bag when I had dinner with Christina and did not order the Cuban Lady cocktail I'm so fond of. She may suspect, but she didn't question. Fortunately.

I've done the first round of blood work for the first trimester, and while I'm half expecting the office to call and say "These symptoms are all in your head; there's no baby, crazy lady," that hasn't happened so far and it's been nearly a week. It feels like our first midwife appointment will never get here, but it's a week from tomorrow.

In the meantime, we're both reading up. Last week, John brought up the timing of our Hawaii trip, and how it'll be just inside the start of the second trimester. I said "Right, about 12 weeks." "Actually," John said, "a trimester is about 13 weeks." I stand corrected!