The blog has been a bit dead and pretty boring these past few months, and there’s a reason for that. I’ve been pregnant since the beginning of February and J and I are expecting the little Franco-American to arrive beginning of November.
There may have been other things going on in our lives but this has really taken over my brain, and my body, and I didn’t really feel like writing about much else. The first trimester has been physically hard, especially because we didn’t tell anyone about it until after the first ultrasound last week, so I felt pretty alone.
In between the nausea and the fatigue and the light-headedness, there have been some funny moments.
I took the pregnancy test with J in the room because I was too nervous to do it alone (even though I really didn’t think I was pregnant). The second line showed up bright pink pretty quickly but I insisted on waiting the full three minutes “in case it disappears!” Which J of course mocked me for.
After the ultrasound last week, I was drumming my hands on my tummy when J told me to stop. I laughed and he said “Je suis sûr que tu lui fais mal!” Which didn’t stop me laughing but I gave up the drumming, for his sake.
If everything continues to go smoothly health-wise, this is great timing for us, because my parents will be here this summer and our trip to South Africa will fall toward the middle of the second trimester.