During dinner with our Goddaughter Laylah and her parents last night, we told Laylah “Nouna Renee has a baby in her tummy.” She brought it up again later when I was playing with her very cool Christmas presents in her toy room.

“Nouna you’ve got a baby in your tummy.”

“That’s right.”

“It’s a baby girl and she is going to grow up to be big and strong.”

Interesting…

The Tummy Bug is a little over 13 weeks now and has been introduced to most of our family and to celebrate he/she has started to pee inside it’s amniotic fluid. Tasty.

Christmas was great, we road tripped interstate to see my mum, brother and extended family and got to meet our new nephew Ben for the first time. Before we’d told everyone I was holding Ben and about to pass him to Em when Jess walks in and says “Oh look out, some people are clucky!” Needless to say she claimed it was intuition when we told her the next day we were expecting.
For New Years we went and watched a movie and saw a preview for the Simpson’s 2D Movie which will be released at the end of July. Em whispered to one of our good friends “The Tummy Bug will be born before then.”. Enter reality. Oh My Gord. Thinking on my feet I whisper to our friend that she’ll have to babysit so we can go and watch that movie. Phew. Crisis averted.

We’ve got another OB appointment this week, hopefully we’ll get another TB photo to add to the collection. I swear The Bug is growing at a rate of knots, I’m peeing more often now and there doesn’t seem to be much room down there. I’m also pretty hungry and almost have an interest in food again – the most appealing thing right now is Vegemite on English muffins. We’re even braving driving to a friends for dinner with a BBQ chicken in the car tonight!

According to my U-Beaut weeks calendar, we’re 28% of the way through the pregnancy already – what a surprise.

Thankfully the morning sickness has abated somewhat and I’m not having to eat fastidiously every 2 hours. I’m even interested in food again, almost.

Em and I have both been sick with nasty colds, it’s been really difficult riding through it without being allowed any drugs but I’m feeling much better today

Things seem to have been finalised with my Mum, we’re seeing her at about lunch time Christmas Day. We’ve got print outs of our last ultrasound that I’ll copy and get framed. Mum and I spoke for a while today and it was so hard to not say “Actually Mum, I’m pregnant and you’re getting another grandchild!”. I keep telling myself “One week to go, one week to go!”.

Last week was quite an exciting one!

We had our first appointment with the OB – and the first ultrasound – Tummy Bug was right on schedule for development measuring 9w4d. We got to see the heartbeat which was pretty exciting. The OB got a really clear shot and we got to see the arms, legs, bum, head and heart – totally blew me away! Em said she feels a lot more protective now we’ve seen the Bug. It has definitely made it more real for me too.

The OB was fantastic and helped us pick the hospital we’ll be delivering at; he was very cool about the same sex thing and treated Em really well.

I’ve been getting more morning sickness, my immune system is shot again after I caught a cold last week that went straight to my lungs and I think that is the reason. Em’s been sick too so we’ve been napping together like nannas.

Even though she’s been sick, Em’s been great, I got a call at work the other morning from her reminding me to have a snack as I hadn’t been able to eat my breakfast – awwwwww.

And here is the first picture of the Tummy Bug – the bright bit in the middle is the heartbeat!

I’ve found myself needing to “nanna nap” more frequently lately. I’m not a big fan of the nanna nap but find I get to around 3 to 5 o’clock and I’m tired!

Today, my cries of “I need frozen coke” were met with a very cheeky mix of appall and a cute grin from Em. I’m not sure who is going to venture to the Cinema at 9pm for me next weekend when Em is away (enter sudden panic).

We also made the decision this weekend to trek back to Sydney for Xmas, we’ll leave on Xmas day and arrive in Sydney on Boxing Day. My brother is having a family shindig which we thought would be a great place to introduce the tummy bug – and we’d be in the second trimester. I’m doing well to hold off telling my mum. I told one of my brothers this week and he is very excited

My thought for today – Ice hockey and pregnancy are both separated in to three distinct time periods – somehow I don’t think this is a coincidence.

Being the playful poppets we are, Em and I like to mock each other. For the last few weeks I’ve been telling her we are pregnant with twin *girly* girls – the kind that love pink and dresses and make up and pretty hair and Barbie.

It’s got me wondering, being lesbian mums, will we inadvertently genderfuck our offspring? I’m sure my own mother and her strengths, talents and non femininity helped me understand who I am and made it easier for me to live without a male partner but will the lack of a father give a daughter a predisposition to a same-sex lifestyle? Will letting her play with any sort of toys she wants give her freedom of expression or further promote a maleless lifestyle?

I’m thinking too much aren’t I? I’m worried people will think we will be bringing our children up to explore same-sex lifestyles. Well it’s much deeper than that, there is the whole complex of the lesbian parents over doing raising their children to prove themselves in a straight society.

Having said all that, I’m having cramps and periodic spotting so I’m trying not to look too far into the future. I’ve asked for help and gotten some encouragement, but we’ll see.

Hopefully the tummy bug will stick! I’ve got some amazing morning sickness, I’m smiling when I want to throw up, how awesome is the human body, a being the size of a lentil is making me sick all the time!

… but usually not.

On the way to lunch with a friend I was telling her that I still didn’t *feel* pregnant and still feel like I’m pretending when I mull it over in my head or talk to Em about it. I’d told her I’d had no morning sickness and couldn’t really see anything different about my body so I still feel it hard to believe.

We were sitting and talking, waiting for our Chinese when I got this undeniable urge to puke, it was excellent! Maybe not for my friend, but for me it was so reassuring, comforting and not at all something I shouldn’t immediately say and watch my friends face spread with both concern and a touch of horror.

For now I’m trying to eat regularly as I know I feel queasy when my tummy is empty.

I need lollies….

I started spotting a few days ago, nothing major but just enough to worry me. I’ve got an appointment with my GP this afternoon, I’d been putting it off, I guess I don’t want the news to be bad. I’ve had a bit more cramping than usual but it’s not bad at all, I can just notice it more often.

Last night I read a post on a forum about strange things you’ve done while pregnant. Some of the best ones included a woman who had packed the butter in her husbands work lunchbox and put his sandwiches in the fridge and sent him to work. The one reply that I enjoyed the most was a woman confessing she had left the house and gone to drive to the shops and found herself sitting in the passengers side waiting to go. I’m not even sure why I thought it was so funny, but I laughed so hard I nearly did a bit of wee.

Enter Karma.

Would you believe last night, I went to jump in the car and opened the door to the back seat and thought “Um, where is the steering wheel?”?

We are toying with the idea of purchasing a new house, well, preferably not new but one but one with a larger yard. We spent most of the day at Open Houses nosing through other peoples abodes. We had an hour to kill so we stopped at the local shopping centre and ended up in the baby clothes department as I’m a LITTLE BIT obsessed excited! We looked through some boys clothes pointing and cooing (or making animal noises) at the things we liked and Em turns around and addresses the tummy bug and mockingly reminds it that she good at picking out boys clothes.

It got me thinking, after my fruitless attempt at asking the Online Magic 8 Ball if I was pregnant (hey, at least I didn’t have to pee on anything to test!) I thought I’d ask the Psychic Ant Pharm if we were having a boy. It mocked me with “Are you talking to us?” so I cunningly changed the question to “Are we pregnant with a girl?” and you know what? It gave a very clear, concise answer, one that I am going to take with us in 15 weeks when we find out the baby’s sex. It gave us…