Week 8

My little turkey's heart is beating 159bpm!

This kid looks nothing like me.

This week was kind of rough with "morning" sickness, which really should be renamed to 'all the time' sickness... actually the book I'm reading calls it progesterone poisoning. Anyway, with feeling extremely tired, nauseous all the time, and having to go to work and not tell anyone why I feel the way I feel is a bit tiring and nauseating in itself.

I am feeling very bloated and seem to be showing already.  Although, I know it can't be from the baby, so it must just be from bloat and maybe the fact that my uterus is bigger, and possibly my new craving of cheese sticks/string cheese. Whatever the case, there's more belly there than what I'm used to.

One story I would like to share is that today I woke up early to meet Barrie and her mother and sisters for a little girls spa day for some pampering.  Yeay! I was scheduled for a massage which I was counting down the days for because my neck and shoulders have been so sore from all the side sleeping I'm doing (since my boobs are too sore for any belly sleeping, which I typically prefer). So, I already knew that I was immediately going to tell the masseuse that I am pregnant and that nobody knows so please don't say anything, but use caution... soooo  I get called into the room and I tell the lady I'm 8 weeks pregnant.  She says, "Ohhh, I'm not sure I can give you a massage. Let me check." She leaves and comes back to tell me that she, in fact, cannot give me a massage.  So Girls, I did NOT get a massage, my neck still hurts, and I lied about the massage being good (I'm sorry Peggy, and mom, and everyone else that asked how my massage was), because I NEVER GOT ONE!!!!! :-(
I did, however, explore the Atlantic Club and watched some guys play racquet ball... woot woot!

Well, our little blueberry is now the size of a raspberry! I love my little raspberry, but I do miss my blueberry...