7 weeks

Just over 7 weeks along and I'm still waiting for the nausea to sink in. Nothing. Thankfully I have some Zofran left from when I was sick in November to hold me over if I do get sick. Pretty much the only major change at this point is a whole bunch of bloating. I feel like a blimp. But I knew that was coming. I have some cravings for lame things like chips or pretzels, but considering we don't normally have those in the house, I've been having ice cream with Mike instead. Doesn't really make me think of the chips less, but at least it's something I didn't eat much of before. For those of you who didn't know- I've never been big on sweets. Mike's got a sweet tooth, which is why there's always ice cream in the house. But I've always been more of a popcorn or chips kind of person. So I'm a little curious to see how much that changes over the course of the pregnancy.

One super annoying thing that has been happening, is that I've been falling asleep super early (we're talking 8pm here) and then I wake up at 5am. Hence why it's 5:55am and I've already tried jumping on Mike a few dozen times to get him to take the dogs for a walk with me. But alas, he's about as energetic as a rock. So I decided to wait until 6am and see if he'll be generous enough to grace me with his Saturday morning grumpiness then.

But I suppose then so far everything's going well. Not sick, just tired. I have to go to the doctor on Monday for them to take my blood and ask Mike and I now many of our relatives are missing eyeballs or limbs.

One thing I can say, is that Cooper knows. I don't know how he knows, but he does. He's been overprotective of me the last few weeks, and prevents Riley from plowing me over like he often tends to do. He also has been extra touchy about visitors he doesn't know. While he usually greets them with whining and a wagging tail, yesterday he and Riley led a choir of snarls and bared teeth and scared away a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses who were heading to the front door. I didn't mind.