Happiness in Week 9

I will believe and hang on the hope that this whole "morning" sickness business is slowly passing, because good gracious, it's getting OLD!! It is getting slightly better this week, I'm not heaving ALL day long and am able to sleep about 2 - 3 hours at a time each night. SCORE! Maybe soon, I'll be able to go back to work. (I seriously can't wait!)

Okay, I will just preface this entire entry with an apology for all the constant CAPS usage. I'm quite the emotional wave-runner and get quite EXCITED easily.

My mom and grandma flew out a few weeks ago during a terrible bout of sickness for me. After going to the hospital at midnight on a Friday and hearing some SCARY things from the doctor about possible complications and/or surgery (!!!), my mom immediately came out the next day. WHAT A GREAT MOM! She has since been by my bedside, fetching everything from water bottles to ice chips to cool rags to new trash can liners at 3 in the morning.

Mick and I opted against any surgery that would endanger the baby, and after weeks of utter worry and pretend rest, our little grape still seems to be doing okay. We couldn't THANK GOD enough! He/she is a little fighter! We are now 9 weeks along this crazy ride.

Hands down the most exciting thing to happen this week is when Mick and I went to our first "official" ultrasound on Monday (meaning-- it was the first ultrasound we could actually SEE something on the Rorschach test that was on the screen). That's where we SAW THE BABY'S HEART BEATING. Yes, we SAW it. SAW IT! Thumping so fast for something so tiny. It was insane, that little rapid beating emanating from my belly that was surrounded by this tiny little lump of a blob that looked kinda like a jelly bean. (Sorry Shiloh, mine was the cutest, most wonderful blob I've ever seen.) I had no words for this moment-- as the amazing combo of pure awe and creeping nausea left me speechless. With Mick holding one hand, and my mom holding the other, I just beamed. I looked over and I don't think I remember seeing Mick smile that big since seeing him on our wedding day. We all let out a slow collective "woooow". It was beyond.

So here we are, teeny heart beating up a storm, fighting on to grow inside of me. Me, still fighting to feel "normal", still hoping, praying, wishing, dreaming that the remaining gray clouds will soon move on through, and knowing no matter what, everything's going to turn out how it needs to-- always hoping of a turn out that's WARM, SUNNY and FINE.