week 5

Full disclosure: I always found it aggravating that pregnant women and mothers of babies and toddlers would use weeks instead of months (then months instead of years) to report how far along they were. Like, 12 weeks instead of three months. I know, woe is me that I have to divide something by four in my head, as if I'm the one being put upon in this situation.

Now I get it though... [maybe we should start keeping count of how many times I say that: "NOW I get it..."] I'm on week 5, and the whole process of 40 (really? 40?!) weeks is so daunting that each week does feel like a milestone. It's also so early that I feel apprehensive about telling people about what's going on with me. It's like, suddenly I'm on this separate plane of existence, but I'm not supposed to tell anyone? Apparently though, avoiding the issue and playing off how tired/crappy/distracted I feel sometimes is an impossibility (for me, let alone Anil--I think he's fighting tooth and nail to not wear a sandwich board around the hospital saying "Sara's pregnant!"), so it's becoming anything but a well-kept secret. I just feel almost impostor-like being so early in this process and blabbing about it. It's like this limbo where I'm not the Sara that I was just a few weeks ago, but I'm also not "officially" this other Sara yet either, at least not publicly for all intents and purposes.

On a more positive note, though, Anil went to Whole Foods and bought a bundle of fruit. He made me a giant fruit salad to munch on all week, including a bag of cherries that he "painstakingly" cut in half and pitted, one by one. It pretty much makes up for the "you still have to watch your overall calorie intake" comment made the night before when we went out to dinner with friends and I explained the "you have to eat continually all day" strategy for avoiding morning sickness :).

Supposedly it's early to feel much of anything anyway, but I'm trying to follow the guidelines so that I feel as good as possible in these first few months (ugh, there it is again, months! I'm counting weeks because months have never felt so long!). I had a bout of nausea on Friday, and my first lesson learned the hard way is that it goes away. I had no clue! I cancelled evening plans I had been looking forward to because I envisioned feeling nauseous not just for the rest of that night, but for the ENTIRE NEXT TWO MONTHS! I was passing people pushing strollers on Newbury Street, wanting to stop and ask them, "How did you do this?!?" By the time I got home though, ready to sulk through the night, I felt fine. I'm sure it's just the first of many mind/baffling experiences to come.