Diary Of A First Trimester
Week 4 My husband and I stand hand in hand, in crumpled pajamas, staring, waiting. And there it is, plain as a pink plus sign. I’m pregnant! Two-year-old Nicholas will be a brother! Break news to family.
Week 5 Have three vivid dreams that it’s a girl. Giddy with excitement, I buy two adorable little girl outfits.
Week 6 I could swear I’m showing. Proud as a mama peacock, I tell close friends.
Week 7 Suddenly seized with morning, afternoon and evening sickness. Can’t stand the smell of our house, toast, toothpaste, water, air.
Week 9 Mouth tastes like rusty pennies, camouflaged by watermelon, spicy olives and chocolate milk. Last pregnancy, crackers did the trick.
Week 10 Nicholas swallows his chicken-fingers lunch as I swallow my nausea and remind myself that this is a healthy sign and that my OB says it will end by week 14, tops. Last pregnancy: 10 days of nausea.
Week 12 I lie on the couch feeling green. Nicholas approaches and plays a jig on his harmonica. “Now you feel much better, Mommy!” he declares. And for the first time in weeks, I do. — Lu Hanessian