Something about pregnancy announcements featuring couples canoodling each other gets to me. I mean, it’s like, we understand that you are having sex and that you are hot for each other and that the magic of man and woman created new life. I don’t feel this way about wedding announcements or engagements at all – it’s specifically the pregnancy announcements. I don’t know what it is, but a lot of them are just so ick. I think there’s something to be said for the old-style thing where you weren’t allowed to acknowledge that a woman is pregnant. In fairness, that’s the approach many of my co-workers have taken. I am also very ambivalent about photographing pregnancy tests. I mean, that thing has your urine on it. Gross!
Baby and I are 15 weeks along. It actually surprised me to read that the little one is 2.5 ounces. That’s not nothing. The fruit comparisons are another thing that bug me, but this week’s comparison is to a navel orange. Navel oranges weigh a heck of a lot more than 2.5 ounces. I think the low density of fetuses at this stage is interesting.
I, meanwhile, am putting on weight like it’s my job. I am hungry all. the. time. Also still nauseous sometimes and doing more than my share of gagging and retching, but overall feeling better. Sadly, I sat next to someone with a case of the bubonic plague at L’s dance recital, and I’m pretty sure I’m coming down with it. I mean, I’m definitely coming down with something, but whether it’s the apparently life-threatening illness she had is TBD. In hindsight, I think I should have asked for another seat. Being sick while pregnant is just not cool.