Bump Diaries 1.6

Despite all the doom and gloom we had been hearing from various doctors and nurses, Kevin remained optimistic.  If he had any doubts about whether I was really pregnant or not, he didn't share them with me. Instead, every time I asked he told me he knew this was it.  We were going to have a baby.  It made me feel a lot better. 

I started getting nauseous in week 6.  It was a drastic change from waking up STARVING in week 5.  And I mean starving.  Like that pain you get when you put off eating too long.  It was waking me up.  That had never happened before...  But I still didn't think it meant that I was successfully pregnant.  The nausea has been consistent though.  I don't throw up, which doesn't surprise me since I don't throw up ever, pregnant or not.  It's more of a gagging.  It became kind of hard to hide at work, but I think I managed pretty well. 

Then the exhaustion set in.  It was difficult for me to get up in the morning and I was falling asleep on the couch by 6:30 in the evening.  And sleeping was becoming difficult due to the fact that I was getting up to pee at night an average of 8 times.  While all of these signs would have told a normal women that she was indeed pregnant, I still remained doubtful.  I was protecting myself.  I didn't want to get my hopes up. 

But Kevin's were already sky high...

I managed to make it though a 22 hr road trip up to MI for Christmas and didn't tell anyone.  My friend Tiona even rubbed her baby bump on me for "baby dust" and I didn't say anything.  I ate like it was my job too.  I don't remember ever eating that much before.  And it had to be BLTs.  I don't know how many I had, but they were my favorite.  Maybe I really was pregnant...