Week Seven

Seven weeks seems like an impossibly long time to have been pregnant so far, while in reality we're closer to eight right now. My original intention was to write in this blog everyday, giving my friends and family ample opportunities to feel my pain and desire to buy me gifts. But so far one day has been much like the next so for now a post a week seems more reasonable.

And what are my nearly identical days like? They are filled with an exciting mix of constant hunger, nausea, and weariness - the pregnancy trifecta. I'm sure it could be worse, but that doesn't make me any less eager to complain about it. But it's okay, cause we are already rather attached to our Nubby who, according to one of the dozen email newsletters I've signed up for, is this week already the size of a raspberry! A raspberry with a brain and a heart that beats over twice as fast as mine. Such a little overachiever! Unfortunately, Nubby is alleged to also have something of a tail, but I'm sure they'll grow out it.

Note: use of the pronoun 'they' is for convenience only. There is no evidence as of yet that there is more than one Nubby, though my dear husband likes to torture me with the possibility.

I haven't had too much change emotionally yet. No wild mood swings. However, I've found that I can no longer listen to the Decemberists without bursting into tears. I'd hate to think how Colin Meloy's wife got through her pregnancy with his voice around all the time like that. Perhaps it was the lovely song he wrote for her:

Wonder by Colin Meloy
My darling, what wonder have we wrought here?
It's weird and it's wonderful, dear

An ankle, an earlobe, an elbow bone
It's weird how it wonderful grows
And it was only me and you
That made this three come out of two

My darling, what wonder have we wrought here?
It's weird and it's wonderful, dear
Oooooo
Oooooo

A'tumblin' in Dublin and next thing you know
A weird and a wonderful show
All tendons and ribcage and beating heart
A weird and a wonderful start

And it was only me and you
That made this three come out of two
My darling, what wonder have we wrought here?
It's weird and it's wonderful, dear
It's weird, but mostly wonderful, dear