9 weeks down.......31 to go

I'm officially 9 weeks pregnant today. It feels like yesterday that I was taking the pregnancy test before leaving for the New Kids on the Block concert. Time flies when you're having fun.........wait a minute, this hasn't exactly been "fun." This week has definitely been better than the previous weeks though. I haven't experienced anything projectile-related, although I've had some close calls. I still feel exhausted. All of it is a small price to pay for the magic show happening inside of me right now. I still can't believe it.

I love these websites that email me weekly to inform me that Baby Mueller is the size of a martini olive. It still seems so tiny. Yet to grow from a tic-tac to an olive that fast - pretty incredible. Rock is still in Ohio and says goodnight to the baby every evening before we hang up. He's pretty lucky to be missing all of this "fun." However, I'm about as much fun as a nursing home bingo tournament these days so he's fortunate to be working away. He can come home during the 2nd trimester when supposedly I'm more energized and "glowing." Ooooh I can't wait to glow! Right now my skin is leaving very little to rejoice about, so the thought of a nice pregnancy-induced sheen sounds fantastic.

I went grocery shopping last Sunday morning and I found that to be extremely challenging. I wanted to put all these random things in my basket - Easy Mac and Cheese cups (eeeewwww fake cheese), cheese lasagna, french toast bagels........none of which were healthy nor nutritious. As a matter of fact, some of it was just gross. I gagged walking past all of the beef and even opted out of any fish or chicken. I just couldn't look at all that raw carnage. I didn't even stop for ice cream. Plain tasteless carbs are what my body is craving. I can't wait to enjoy food again - until then, pass me the pasta with garlic sauce...

He Flew the Coop

So Rock is officially gone - - - ooh that makes it sound like he knocked me up and abandoned me. Allow me to be more descriptive.....he left the state to work on a project in Ohio, which is a bit more responsible I suppose. As much as I'm really excited for this opportunity for his career, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't missing him like crazy. He hasn't traveled since we got married and before that, he was gone lots. I guess I was just used to it back then. Now it seems harder. Well, the bun in the oven may have something to do with it. I already miss him talking to the belly; it was hysterical. Speakerphone really doesn't have the same effect.


And Brisket...........poor sweet Brisket Louise. Our boxer is a year and four months, and is so attached to Rock. Where he goes, she goes. So you can imagine her despair when he packed up his truck and headed north without her. She seems so confused. She walks around the yard looking for him and goes into all the rooms throughout our house in hopes that she'll find her daddy. Her expression is devastating when she collapses at my feet unsuccessful.


Dang Brisket, things could be worse. You do have your mommy here, after all. Am I that bad? No, I don't barbecue all the time or take you for daily car rides just because. I'm not able to escort you to the dog park EVERY day like Dad did. But I promise to love you, feed you, cuddle, and even massage your sweet face. Take it or leave it!

Even Halley seems sad without our big guy at home. Even though she is a spoiled brat, deep down I know she loves Shawn. She also searches the house for him when we get home from
work........so sad.


But enough sadness. He'll be home eventually. Until then, I just have to keep focused on work (which is CRAZY right now), staying healthy for this baby cooking away, and spend time with the girls......our doggies. Thank gosh for our friends and family who are always a phone call away - I seriously would NOT make it through this without such amazing people.

And Baby Makes 3...

So apparently I've answered my own question from a few blogs ago.........pregnancy IS contagious! It's official, Rock and I are expecting our first child. We feel incredibly blessed and know that from this point on, our lives are forever changed. It's an amazing feeling, this baby thing. I've always tried to imagine what being preggo would feel like and I can honestly say that I may have "romanticized" this condition just a tad. Yes, I'm eternally grateful for God's blessing. There are still a few points I don't think I was mentally prepared for:

• Food aversions - ewwww! Nothing tastes good except for fruit. If I see one more hamburger commercial I may die. The thought of meat is enough to send me to a state of nausea so severe that I could lie on the bathroom floor all day. If you know me, then you know that I love food.......I'm really good at eating. I love sweets...........or so I used to. I haven't wanted ice cream, cake, cookies - nothing! So maybe there's an upside after all...



• Peeing constantly - I understand that my body is changing and yadda yadda yadda, but having to get up 3-4 times a night to pee is super annoying.



• Tenderness in the chesticles - I can barely wear a bra people! These things hurt and the fact that I have a little extra in that area only complicates matters. They are everywhere and apparently only going to get bigger - dear gosh!



• Nausea - I'm constantly in the bathroom thinking I'm going to be sick. This queasiness hits me in the late afternoon and lasts until I can fall asleep and if I have to go through one more box of saltine crackers and liters of Ginger ale, I may freak out.



• Back pain - what the heck is going on back there? Why does my back ache when I'm this early in this pregnancy journey? It's as if I can feel my bones spreading and it's not fun.



• So sleepy - I seriously almost fell asleep while driving the 3 miles home form work yesterday. Each traffic light was like a mini-snooze and the car honking behind me was an awful alarm clock. Something about late in the day triggers my body to want to nap and it's kind of unfortunate considering my job requires alertness and actual brain-power.

So between my trips to the bathroom, crackers in the bed, and frequent yawns, I do have moments of appreciation for this little alien cooking inside of me. I know millions upon millions of women make it through this just fine. It's just taking me a little getting used to. I thank our Lord every single day for Rock.........he IS my rock. The back rubs, the trips to the store, the Costco-sized boxes of crackers, the hormones-he has this ability to make everything better. So baby Mueller is 7 and 1/2 weeks and counting........March 26th can't get here soon enough!