Sensory Overload

Almost 10 weeks - this is supposedly what my baby should look like or at least resemble.  The little nugget is said to be the size of a fig.  I've always wondered why the comparison is always to a fruit or vegetable.  But then again, I can't think of a better alternative.

The nausea is still hanging around.  It's not nearly as bad now that I'm not taking the prenatal pills.  What seems to be most bothersome at this stage are the various smells that make me sick to my stomach.  And they're not the obvious smells such as Evan's dirty diapers or Robert's morning breath - they are smells that I actually normally enjoy.  For instance, the laundry.  Not right out of the dryer laundry, but laundry that has been folded and put away and then taken out to wear - yep, turns my stomach.  The smell of our house ranks up there in the top three.  Every time I walk in the door I have to exhale really hard to prevent from gagging.  Pre-preggo I never even recognized a specific smell from our house.  But the worst of all, and by far the most shameful, is Evan.  I have to breathe out of my mouth when I'm holding him.  His smell which I normally LOVE makes me so queasy.  This could go hand-in -hand with the laundry, but it's the combination of baby wash and lotion too that just puts it over the top for me.  Strange, I know.  And I'm ready for it to go away!

In other news, my little pooch has definitely popped out.  I'm not in need for the belly band or maternity clothes yet - I basically look like I have a beer gut.  This stage of pregnancy is always so flattering.  People just assume you're fat.  Nothing a few blousy shirts won't fix.  I'm thinking in about 3 weeks I may have to do a little shopping.

Next stop on the preggo train - first ultrasound on Monday.  Stay tuned.