Making nice with the porcelain throne

Well, here it is- 6 weeks and no nausea (yet). I had a few butterflies in my stomach this morning, but not enough to force me down on my knees before the porcelain throne just yet. My nose however, is another story. If you want to know about "heightened sense of smell," let's talk about that. I felt like I needed a gas mask yesterday when I just happened to snuggle Cooper so much that he ralphed all over my bed. Luckily Mike was already home from work, and I was able to pass the pleasure of cleaning it up off to him (it was either that, or he would've had a second pile to clean up). And don't even get me started on the smell of eggs. Seriously, how did I ever eat those things before?

But here's the good thing: as I'm easing myself into the 6th week and onto the 7th, I have 8 days off of work in the process (yessss!). Meaning I can walk around the house in my athletic shorts and tank tops, rock out to Backstreet Boys, Muse, Beach Boys and Imagine Dragons (weird pregnancy music cravings much?) shower as much as I want, drink as much sparkling water or ginger ale as I want and not look like a fish, and chow down on nuts and crackers and watch Grey's Anatomy and Judge Judy all day long. And the best part: full bathroom freedom. Mike is gone from 8pm-5pm every day, which frees up approximately 1 hour of bathroom time each day for me (yes, my husband is the guy who sits on the pooper with his iPhone playing Plants vs Zombies or Words with Friends or whatever it is people play on the iPhone). My uterus feels like it's the size and weight of a bowling ball, so I pee about every 15 minutes. Guess I'll be coupon-clipping for toilet paper while I'm home too. 

I suppose the beauty of it all though is that I get to think about me a lot more lately. I get to spend 30 minutes in the shower instead of 10, I get to spend time doing my toenails and putting those weird cucumber masks on my face, and lying on the couch with the dogs doing nothing until Mike gets home. Today I bought a new swimsuit- a one piece. The first one-piece I've owned since I worked as a lifeguard. And I have to say, I'm really excited to wear it. Mike and I will be heading off to Florida next month, and by then I'll be going on 10 weeks and probably starting to look like an air balloon. So I figured, why not buy a swimsuit I'll feel beautiful in? So I did, and I'm really excited to wear it. Pregnant. How often can a woman say she's excited to wear a swimsuit, even when she's not pregnant?

But the best part, is that every time I walk up the stairs toward our bedroom and pass what used to be our office, I get to imagine what I want for the nursery.We've already started a children's book collection (which takes up half of the massive closet in that room, and have a rocking chair in the corner. Someday soon we'll be reading bedtime stories and singing lullabies in that corner :) And changing poopy diapers and cleaning up spit-up. But I'll save those dreams for reality.