cravings

so here are the foods i've craved so far: a burrito from Tapas, garlic bread, and pizza. lots of pizza. pizza almost every day. other than that, it's so strange... i can't feel what it is i want to eat. nothing sounds good to me. it's like it has to be in front of me to know if i want it or not. which doesn't help for cooking at home, because if i don't know if i'll want something, why go through all the effort to cook it? and it also is tricky with going out to eat, because every restaurant i think of doesn't sound good to me.

except for pizza restaurants. i think i could eat a full pizza every day. maybe two.

funny baby.

i think this baby is a boy. i know it's fifty-fifty, and the coins said girl, but i really feel like this one's a boy. mostly because i've been thinking about girls for the last few years and now suddenly since i found out i'm pregnant i've just got boys on my mind.

we like the names Moses and Tamsyn. secondary names include Charles, Nora, Samuel, and Madelyn.

i keep calling this baby Moses. or Moishe, as in "ah! Moishe!" when i don't feel so well.

only one really bad round of morning sickness. threw up twice. once in the middle of the night, and then the next morning while i was in the shower with my hair full of conditioner i had to jump out and gather all the towels under and around me and hang my sopping wet head over the bowl. not pleasant. but otherwise, i've been pretty good. i wear acupressure wrist bands all day and night, and i think that helps a lot.

i get terribly nauseous if i don't eat often, though. j. says i turn into the Hulk when i'm hungry. but this baby just seriously lets me know when it is past time to eat something.

we watched "Life's Greatest Miracle" last night. updated version of "The Miracle of Life" that i watched three times in high school biology class. i just kept being amazed at all that has happened and is happening inside of me. it's really incredible that it all comes together and becomes a baby with fingers and toes and a right and left hemisphere. it's sort of terrifying, because i have absolutely no control over this, and it seems like things could go drastically wrong at any moment. i hope this baby is healthy, and i hope i can do a good job of providing the best nutrition. i hope i don't sleep on the wrong side or eat too much pizza. i hope i get enough exercise and sing enough and listen to classical music enough.

i hope i can be a good mother.