Week Nine

Week nine.  Baby is the size of an olive.  That is all,  just an olive.  But if you look at the pics, it is amazing to see someone so small look so much like a baby.

Olive continues to affirm his/her presence by wreaking havoc on  my digestive system.  Oh yeah.  But there is still a part of me that does not believe.  In fact, since the indigestion has ramped up, I feel disbelief that this is actually caused by a baby.  I keep expecting to find that I have lost the pregnacy, because surely all the pain and discomfort is more in keeping with a miscarriage then a healthy pregnancy.  At times my stomach cramps have even almost seemed like that sort of onset of labour type feeling...

That's how my thinking works.  But so far, so good.  Maybe if I can finally hear a heartbeat, it will seem real.  But that remains doubtful for a while.  I go to see my mid-wife right after I hit week ten.  Most of the time, that is too soon to find the heartbeat.  Bummer.  That means waiting for another 4 or 5 weeks until my next appointment.

On Monday, it was the year anniversary of my Dad's death.  My mom spent the day at my house, and in the evening we went to the graves.  It really didn't seem real to me.  I can't believe that it has been a year since my Dad died.  Though Father's Day was a harder day for me than Monday.  Father's Day was quite difficult.  It was very sad for me.

I thought I had a lot to say.  Now I find I don't .  Still, I will try and keep everyone apprised of the situation as the weeks go on.  Not that my pregnancy is going to be that interesting (at least, I hope NOT!).  But still.  It's more for me than you.  I can't remember much of my pregnancy with Joel.  This time, I want a place to remember it all, and how it felt.