one enormous chair

I am now 14 weeks along, and still have sickness. My coughing and congestion are worse than ever. But I gotta keep swimming. I am trying to work on being really positive about everything, but its hard. Especially because it still doesn't seem real that there is a tiny person in there. I am still waiting on an official bump. My torso/stomach does seem to have a slightly different shape, and my belly button's shape has changed (weird) but it doesn't look like a pregnant belly. Believe it or not, I have built abdominal muscles from constant coughing, heaving, and retching. So hey! that's a positive thing, right?!  I am sooo positive. Last week Tim and I got to hear the baby's heartbeat via Doppler at the doctor. I have been trying to figure out how to embed it in this entry but I am not having much luck, try clicking this:  Heartbeat and Kicks . I dunno, that might work. You need to play it in itunes or quicktime. Most of my time these days is devoted to eating ...

The couch sores will now fester for a different reason: baby. Before it was just pure laziness, but these days, it really is physically difficult to get myself off the couch. So the story goes like this: a couple years ago, Tim and I thought we might be reaching a point in our lives where we were ready to reproduce (attempt to avoid visualizing). We got up the courage to "try," thinking this was it. After having been so careful in the past, one time is all it takes, right? Well yeah, for some people, like those women who ovulate 16 times a month. Well let's just say it took more than one try. After spending months believing the slightest twinge or symptom was pregnancy, multiple negative pregnancy tests, several months of no drinking for no good reason (I attended my 10th high school reunion sober... terrible mistake), we started to feel a little hopeless. I can't tell you how many times I heard "just stop trying and it will happen!" That is neither true...