Our little family of three is about to grow. We’re pregnant! In fact, today is the 100th day of our pregnancy – our pregniversary.
Here are our pregnancy adventure nicknames:
- Barfy: I throw up at least once a day. It sucks.
- Worry: JF is already in full research mode. His latest obsession is evidence-based parenting.
- Smelly: I have been super sensitive to Odie’s stink lately – especially when he’s wet.
- Lumpy: Our nickname for the little goober.
Together, we’re the four gestational dwarves. We’re a team! Slowly chugging toward our April delivery date.
And I mean slowly. The last three months haven’t exactly been a magical journey. In addition to the regular vomiting, I’m exhausted, sore, bloated and gassy – plus a few more things no one wants to hear about. Let’s just say I am not glowing.
But somehow, between naps and visits to the toilet, I’m still excited. I keep a journal. I have colours picked out for the nursery. And I can’t wait for itty bitty socks and baby smell.
Under his mountain of daddy books and stroller spreadsheets, I know JF is excited too. In fact, he’s been a total rock star. He now shoulders all the Odie walking and groceries, plus the occasional meal prep. Today, he even cleaned my car. His grumble-free dedication to Lumpy and I makes me love him even more. I am so lucky.
As we begin our second trimester, there’s a lot to do and a lot to worry about. But there’s also so much to be grateful for. I like to think all four gestational dwarves are looking ahead to a (hopefully retch-free) future – a new, exhilarating and mildly terrifying chapter in our lives.
p.s. Ignore the sad last verse of this song!