My pregnancy - Part 1

I am 22 weeks pregnant. One of the words that comes to my mind very frequently when I think about this pregnancy is weird. Everything seems just weird. Weird might have a negative connotation but I mean it in the very best way possible. Weird in the sense that I have a human being growing inside me. Yes, a human being growing inside me. And when I think about it, it just seems the weirdest thing in the whole world. It doesn't matter that millions of human beings have grown inside women for thousands of years. I didn't think too much about it until now that one particular human being that is going to be MY CHILD is growing inside me. It is just amazing that such thing can even be possible. Every day as I see my big belly, it amazes me, and puzzles me, and provokes me... I am making a human being. I'm just stunned.

The weird feeling has been with me since the beginning. I found out I was pregnant very early: week 4. Quite the shock. Week 4 & 5 no physical symptoms. I was just feeling fine and a little bit panicking because I didn't have symptoms so then something must be wrong. But no. Nothing was wrong with the baby but it was going to be with me very soon. By week 6, it hit me like a rock. Wow! What the heck is this??? Again, just weird, weird, weird! Nausea 24/7, indigestion, extremely tired, cranky, getting sick, etc. I couldn't stand the smell of the detergent that we were using at the time, I couldn't stand the smell of beer ( I love beer but during those days beer smelled so, so, so bad- it was so sad), I couldn't stand David's toothpaste. I literally couldn't kiss him! I had terrible aftertaste in my mouth. It was just very weird. I recognize that all those symptoms are the most normal symptoms of pregnancy but, BUT, BUT you can read about them, you can know something about them but that is not the same as having them. It was not fun. It was not fun.

There was really nothing to do. We tried saltines (which were useless), ginger tea ( which made me throw up more violently than before), and just waiting. And that was what we did. We just rode out the storm. I was so glad David was here with me. He listened to my complaints, and he tried to drink beer in a different room. And he scratched my back when I threw up. That was so nice. By week 10, I was feeling better. Little by little I have felt better and better. It seemed that the worst had passed. And so far, yes, those 4 or 5 weeks, have been the worst. Four or five weeks seem like nothing now but wow, what a trip that was.