Burping

My whole life, I've never been able to burp. It never really bothered me though since I was used to it. If my stomach starts to unceasingly gurgle, I lay down and it stops.

I think that this problem has been requiring me to puke in the morning before I eat anything in order to get all of my burps out. My one cracker in bed helps to launch it. I think that I want to teach myself to burp by sticking a finger in my throat so that I can burp when I'm not pregnant and nauseous.

My stomach being full of air may be why I get full so fast when eating and why I've been always pretty skinny.

Toxic Fridge from Hell

In addition to throwing up 1-2 times each day, I am unable to each or drink anything from our fridge. There is a weird chemical smell that is contaminating everything inside. The smell blasts through the apartment whenever we open the fridge. The bad taste is in all of the food and I can taste it even in the ice cubes. So, lately, I've only been eating toast and crackers and stuff.

Steve is somewhat skeptical about whether it is even a problem. I asked him to at least defrost the fridge and freezer last night to see if that helps. He didn't of course, so I'll have to do it after I return home from work and eat and rest for 20 minutes. I "googled" for some possible solutions. So, in addition to defrosting the fridge, I'm going to wash any mold from the drip pan, clean any dust from the coils, remove and clean behind the panels, etc. If none of this works, I'll tell management to get it repaired or get us a new fridge. I may also "google" the refrigerator model for any recurrent problems with this particular model.

Sonogram 7 weeks

The white jelly bean inside the big black tear drop is the baby. It was beating like a little heart

Pregnancy Week 8

I've vomited 5 times in the past 6 days. The constant nausea is disabling. I don't know how I'll survive at least 30 more days of this. I'm starting to hate men because of their lack of understanding or sympathy. Though I think that Steve is getting better the more he hears me vomit. The other day, saying the word "twinkie" prompted me to rush to the toilet and puke.

I'm having trouble packing my lunches for work since I need to eat less than every two hours, or six times, there to keep my stomach from being empty. I guess that my stomach doesn't like any veggies since I puked the salad that I ate for fourth lunch at work today. I'm not getting much work done here.

Since everyone has been asking about my future work plans, I've started thinking about it a bit. Originally, I never wanted to be a working mom. The baby is due in March. As the time is close, I don't know whether we will be able to afford for me to stay home. Will I need my job's health insurance for the baby? We don't really know what Steve will be doing. We would also have to eventually afford to move to a bigger place.

I guess for now, I am going to say "I don't know" about anything until next year when we see whether or not Steve has a full-time job with health benefits.

I haven't had the chance to finish uploading our own beach house photos to the web since I'm not allowed to plug the camera into my computer at work. Here are some photos taken from my mother-in-law's Picasa Web Album:

Beach House

We left a day early for the beach house on Hatteras Island last week and stayed at a motel for the night. Steve had to do homework at the beach house but luckily he emailed it in on Monday and was able to relax during the rest of the week.

We returned from the beach house on Saturday. I puked at a waffle house on the way back and burst the blood vessels on my face. I also puked this morning in the middle of eating breakfast. The cracker-in-bed thing didn't work. I guess that getting up at 5:30 AM for work doesn't help.

I'm am 7 weeks pregnant so far. According to the numbers of the children of Steve's brothers, I say that we have about 6/7 chance of having a boy. I'm thinking about the name Jason or Kyle.

Here's a slide-show of some photos of the beach house including 15 nieces and nephews:

Beach Trip Anticipation

The best time of the year is quickly approaching: our annual vacation to the beach house in North Carolina. This year, though, Steve's and my Florida trip in March may have been better than the beach house usually is. Well it was, at least, more relaxing and romantic. I'm surprised that I didn't conceive during that week instead. :P

Last year's beach week felt too short, so some of us are leaving a day early this time. Too bad that Steve can't go swimming yet because of his eye surgery. He hasn't much cared about swimming in the ocean these days anyways. He's getting old or something. As for me, swimming is my favorite part. Water feels sooo good on the skin. The sound and motion of the waves are very soothing too. The physical activity of treading the water also keeps me happy and not anxious or bored.

Steve and I have borrowed some library books to bring and read at the beach. Steve got some war history books for himself. I got a couple of Stephen King books. I'm going to start the Dark Tower series.

The Answer is: Yes I am.

It appears that I am 5 weeks pregnant. Steve and I had been married for 4 years before we figured that we could finally afford children soon. We got pregnant during the fourth month off the pill. We weren't exactly trying very hard as we were both still terrified of the idea.

Last Thursday, I thought it was normal for me to be 4 days late on my period. My stress and anxiety has made my period up to 10 days late before and an airplane ride has made me skip a period altogether.

When I visited the health center for a urinary track infection, my urine was tested and the nurse told me that I am pregnant. I was stunned. I hadn't noticed any other symptoms. Logically, it would've been possible to get pregnant since I had been off the pill for 4 months. Psychologically, I expected to continue life as it was and never get pregnant.

So, at first, I was in disbelief at the news. Soon after, I was happy and excited. I wanted to immediately tell the whole world. It would be weird to just go up to someone and blurt out "I'm pregnant!" so my plan is to wait until some comes to me and asks, "what's new?" I'm not going to first wait for the baby to survive the first trimester to tell anyone. I hate it when people do that! So I'll just tell everyone when/if the baby doesn't survive also. So what? I feel like my feelings would be hurt more if I kept it to myself than if I told everyone. Though, I've always hated receiving sympathy from others.

I'm almost half-way through the first trimester and I am near symptomless. I haven't had any nausea and I don't hate food any more than I already did. This is good since morning sickness is, reportedly, the worst symptom of pregnancy. I've only had some slight heartburn and I generally feel a little different. I was already eating 6 small meals a day and was getting my daily folic acid, so I didn't really need to change any of my routine.

Anyways, I have an appointment in the late afternoon today and I don't expect to learn anything new.

Appointments

A nephew broke Steve's glasses last week. Steve is getting his eyes zapped today. He is so handsome with no glasses!

I've had a urinary track infection since Sunday and visited the nurse today for it. My pee showed that I have a extra condition that will keep me from getting the normal treatment. More later.