My mother says that uptight parents make for an uptight baby so I've been actively working on relaxing a lot more. I still think the kid is a little doomed. It's going to be the firstborn child of me, a firstborn child. And to make matters worse I'm ALSO the firstborn of a firstborn, and not just any firstborn, my mother is one of those textbook organized leaders of power. When people read up on birth order characteristics, she's always the first one they turn to, "You were the oldest weren't you?"
I did tell the nurse I was a little nervous about my first prenatal appointment, and she didn't seem to understand why. She asked questions, the PA asked questions, they did a quick exam and took a lot of blood. The blood lady said they'd call me if there was anything wrong. I replied, "Including if I'm not pregnant, right? You'll call me if I'm not pregnant?" She just looked confused and said this was a prenatal appointment. Well yeah, because I scheduled it, not because some automatic pregnancy lightbulb in the sky went off above me and I got sucked into a magic wormhole for the knocked up (not my exact words). She asked if I took a home test, I said yes it was positive, she exclaimed, "Then you're pregnant!"
It just seems so funny that they took my word for all this. Gave me a goody bag full of vitamins and magazines and pamphlets. Took the time to get family history and ask about my plans... natural childbirth? I said probably but I'm actually not sure. Would I be willing to get a blood transfusion? What? Sure I guess. Did I want prenatal testing to see what genetic problems the kid could have? I don't know! I feel like when I got engaged and everyone started asking what my wedding colors would be. I didn't know I was supposed to have this stockpile of answers ready so early, like it's pre-planned or so.
Anyway week 8 and I'm still not sick or suffering! Don't ask how I got lucky on this one, I never thought I'd be one of the fortunate. When I was in high school just getting my period would leave me crawling on the floor for two days unable to keep any food down, it was miserable until I went on the pill. I just figured pregnancy was another hormonal thing that'd really mess with me. So far, it hasn't. But they say I'm pregnant... at my exam she said I "felt" eight weeks along.
Speaking of feelings, two nights ago I had some annoying cramping. Like menstrual cramps, about medium intensity. I did some googling and found out that unless I was bleeding it was just my uterus stretching out. Next couple weeks or so it's supposed to be about grapefruit size. There should be room for that to happen without messing with my fall wardrobe, but it might feel weird. Okay.