8 Weeks (Pics Galore!!)

I hit 8 weeks today.

And if I may say so myself....HOO-FREAKIN-RAY!!!

I've read repeatedly that most miscarriages occur in the first 8 weeks, so once you hit this very important milestone, you can breathe a lot easier (but not too hard - you might vomit)

Seriously, I don't think anybody has earned their 8 weeks more than me.

Okay...that's an exaggeration, but for realz, this pregnancy has been tough tough tough on my poor body. The nausea and vomiting are mostly under control, thanks to a new pill named promethazine that knocks me out for approximately 23923573202348326 hours. I take it around 8:00 at night, am out by 9:00, and sleep for about 11 hours before I drag myself from bed. I'm not fully awake until about 4:00, leaving me 4 slightly nauseus hours of awakefulness before I take my next dose.

It's challenging, yes. But I'll take drowsy over nauseus any day of the week!

And speaking of weeks...it's time for the belly shot.

Now, I've been saying all week how my belly is starting to get bigger (and lord knows I've not gained any weight). Well...now we have proof.

Let's review the 6 week shot first:

There I am, all slim and trim.

Now...the 8 week shot:

Holy Fat-Ass, Batman!

I know the camera is zoomed in more for this shot, but still...the chunkyness is evident, no? It's weird...I have mixed reactions about getting bigger. I'm mostly thrilled and enjoying my new body, but I have occasional bouts of worry: Will Brian still like me when I'm fat? Will I ever get my figure back?

Yanno...the usual X chromosome stuff.

Of course, like it or not...HERE THEY COME. 7 months from now, I'll be the first hippopotamus to ever be spotted in the wilds of NJ.

Moving on...

I'm FINALLY posting my 7w2d ultrasound pic.

Better late than never, right?

There they are, in all their gummy-bear glory (look at the guy on the right - you know what I'm talking about). The ultrasound tech said mine are way cuter than the ones she looked at earlier in the day, and although I'm sure she was just pandering to my ultra-sensitive ego, I'll take the compliment. They ARE kind of cute...in an Alien vs. Predator kind of way.

But more importantly...they're healthy. They're viable. And it's looking more and more like we''ll be a family of 4 by Thanksgiving.

Holy crap, guys. I'm gonna be a MOM!!!!!!!