I wish there was more to share in the last couple of weeks. I still feel basically the same. I'm sleeping a lot and vomiting. It's like my ability to deal with stress, which was considerable prior to pregnancy, has completely disappeared.

I've started looking at "baby stuff"; strollers, cribs, change tables, diaper bags, etc. It's so overwhelming I feel like I can't even look. This is so not like me. Moreover, most pregnant ladies love doing this kind of thing, or so I was told. I don't even want to do it. There are too many options, too many things to plan and do and I'm not feeling all glowy and wonderful. I feel massively bloated; that's about it.

I so wish I was one of those blissful pregnant ladies. I'm just not.

Husband and I started thinking of names, writing down options. This is way more difficult than I predicted. Thank everything for the best ob/gyn (and his staff) that keeps me on track.

I haven't done a diary entry in about a month. Why? Nausea and vomiting. It didn't go away. Reduced? Well, a little. Gone? Ha! No. :(

Otherwise, I've told almost everyone I know. I was planning on telling everyone before I posted (which was today actually), but it just felt right, so I went with it.

I'm 15 weeks tomorrow; I'm in maternity clothes for the most part and I am so goddamn uncomfortable. I've heard all about getting even more uncomfortable. I'm not looking forward to it.

I can eat some more spicy foods, but not like I used to be able to eat. At least my cravings for salad, cucumbers and peaches are healthy.

Everyone says I'm crazy, but I feel baby move every once in awhile. I'm supposed to start feeling constant movement around 16-18 weeks, but baby's a squirmy little thing and I've always paid attention to my body. Thankfully, although I have a definite bump, I haven't really gained that much weight.

Also, Husband and I booked a babymoon for early August, so we're pretty excited about that!

11 weeks today! So close to being able to start telling people!!! I have been avoiding my friends so I wouldn't have to tell them.

What's new? I can eat spicier food again, which is great for my palette. Peaches have been added to my strawberry and orange obsession.  I had a 7 day run of no vomiting and then yesterday it all went to hell. Oh, and today. If I vomit every morning until week 12 starts and then it magically disappears, I will still consider myself lucky.

Husband and I are really hoping that week 12 will begin and it will all magically disappear. That's what I've been told. If it doesn't happen, I will probably be devastated.

I'm starting to get fat and by that I mean I have a mini-bump going on which is making me feel fat. I've gain max. 5 lbs, but not being able to wear my pants because everything is uncomfortable is making me feel disgusting. Yes, I know Baby is in there and I should be happy. I am. I just hate feeling fat, uncomfortable and bloated. The mood swings make me weepy. I'm still tired all the time unless the sun is down; then, I can't sleep properly.

I wish I was more upbeat this week. Between the nausea, vomiting, sleep deprivation and constant fatigue, it's been difficult. We're still house hunting and it's not going so well. Hopefully the happy hormones kick in soon.

I haven't been writing the last little while. This is probably because week 7 began with getting up, brushing my teeth and vomiting. That trend has continued.

Welcome to week 8! I've learned to drink water before I get out of bed to brush my teeth, because it makes vomiting more pleasant. Aside from one lucky day where I vomited BEFORE brushing my teeth, somehow I always end up brushing twice. How inconvenient.

This morning was a particularly wacky day. For some reason after vomiting, an instant urge for guacamole overcame me. That's right; I vomited and then craved guacamole.

Being pregnant is weird.

I'm still eating constantly and not just because the nausea will not go away. Last week's motto would have been: Bring on the flavour!

This week: Cucumbers are magical. Seriously, anything with more flavour makes me gag and the nausea to flair. My pantry, which I swear is perfectly clean, makes me want to gag. It has a smell of nothing in particular that pushes me far, far away.

Grandmama is dying of laughter every time I tell her anything. Apparently, I'm just getting the full experience.

Constants so far: strawberries, citrus fruit (mostly oranges, which I never used to eat) and pickles.

I nearly put avocado on my oatmeal this morning.

Oh and the sleeping. When I'm not eating or vomiting, I'm sleeping. Is pregnancy somehow reliving the baby experience so you can better take care of your baby?

Please, kill me. I'm so nauseous I can't believe there's been no puking. I'm also starving all the time which doesn't go so well with the nausea.

My mom is so excited. I told her I'm not a mother yet, but they insisted on making me a part of Mother's Day yesterday. It was nice, but I really wanted my mom to have a last one to herself, so to speak. Anyway, she was spoiled so that's all that matters.

We booked the next ultrasound for May 21. I'll officially be 8 weeks. Keeping this a secret is really difficult. I'm barely succeeding. The constant nausea is making it more difficult. I keep cancelling plans because I'm feeling too awful to move much.

I was reading an article on Huffington Post this morning about kids and things they do that as an adult we should remember. It was interesting. I want my kids to have everything. I'm so excited to teach them all the wonderful things there are in this world. I'm also hoping for a girl. I always thought I'd want a boy, but now I'm hoping I have a girl. Husband hopes it's a boy, but I think he's scared of having a little girl. Either way, we'll be happy.

Ultrasound was yesterday! Baby looks like a lima bean. We saw the heartbeat. How cool is that?

Can't wait for the weekend though. I'm so tired. Dr. wants to do a second ultrasound when I'm around 8 weeks. I hope that isn't bad news. They say I'm normal but still, everything is earth-shattering. I'm feeling so anxious, which can't be good for me.

Husband and I are cancelling our trip. Thank you morning (ha!) sickness. Couldn't you make me puke instead of keeping me nauseous? Seriously, no relief here. Mom says it's only going to get worse. I hope not, although I'm not really believing that's true.

So I got the blood tests results!

First one (April 25) = 380, which is normal I'm told, although on the high side.

Second one (7 days later; yesterday aft.) = 7452, which I'm told is still normal, but I was shocked at how high.

First ultrasound booked for next Thursday. I think I'm mostly okay now. Numbers are going up, so that's good. I was so anxious the last week. Plus, the sleeping. Holy crap the sleeping.