I have always thought most baby ultrasound pictures more closely resemble Rorschach Tests than babies. But, a promise to my mother requires me to share this little inkblot with you. He is, after all, our little inkblot, and on second look, is rather smashing.
Twelve weeks down and counting. I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the idea of a "family of five." We were so solidly four for so long, with no expectations of that changing. I am thrilled the Lord changed our hearts so exactingly, as only He can do.
It has been a wicked ride so far. Morning sickness and lack of appetite came on full force in the beginning and has finally started to abate. I feel like this was the worst of the three first-trimesters so far, but now that the light is near, it still doesn't seem like it was all that bad. In general, I have truly felt fortunate that I really enjoy most parts of pregnancy. It seems to always come down to food for me in the first few weeks:
1. Cravings: Cheese quesadillas dredged in hot sauce (like only my man can make), peppermint tea, plain wheat toast with a slice of tomato, Kashi Cinnamon Harvest Shredded Wheat, and salami.
2. Most revolting, nausea-inducing foods: Sugar in any form, coffee, garlic, homemade bread (especially the smell of the yeast), the smell of deep fried foods, and bananas.
We made one last trip to the farmers market this morning before the season ends here in Shreveport. My lack of desire to eat many veggies right now left me with a pretty sparse bag. I came home with some potatoes and a basket of tomatoes. The mister and the girls had a ball with fried fruit pies, Icees, and even managed to sneak some homemade fudge into the bag before we left.
I am ready for fall to hit, for food to taste good again, and for the baby bump to look like a baby bump and not an empty marsupial pouch. All in due time, Hickok. There's no stopping this train now!