That's right folks! We have a bun in the oven!Our "bun" is still very tiny, eight weeks, but it makes me awfully uncomfortable. Luckily I have not had the immobilizing nausea. Instead, I have terrible gas. Yeah, the kind that runs my husband and the dog out of the bed! I haven't been craving anything specific yet, but I most certainly cannot handle certain smells. Bless his heart, the other day, Derick asked if I wanted to make cheesy brats for dinner--As if! He is beside himself and has taken his protectiveness to a whole new level. I try to be patient and smile.
I sort of freaked out a little at first. I figured out how to take the pregnancy test and read the results, neither being an easy task. Now what to do next? I was at a total loss. I don't have OB nursing until next semester! Luckily my OBGYN nurse is very patient and I am sure I am not the first totally clueless mom-to-be she has seen. Pretty much, I don't need to do anything. Babies have a funny way of just sort of getting what they need.
On a final note, this bun will be ready in June. As it turns out, the Lord has answered all our prayers. I will graduate in May, just in time, and I will still have a child before I turn 30--barely!
