The first 8 weeks...

Week 1: Conception. Well if you don't know how that works then you are reading the wrong blog. Refer to Google if you need more help understanding conception. Week 2: I have no recollection of this week because I was not actively trying to get pregnant. I think I went to 9 rounds... Week 3: I went to Asheville to listen to a band play and stayed out very late and had to get up for work super early the next day. It was awful. I thought I was dying. I am pretty sure I took out a few medians on my way to work that morning. I assumed this terribleness was just my age creeping up on me after a late week night out and about having fun! Week 4: This was the week we found out about our new bundle of joy. I was exhausted. I was leaving work to go home and sleep. I was falling asleep sitting up, mid sentence. My husband was looking at me like I was a zombie and frankly I was very zombie like. I woke up one night and had to go pee, again, and when I laid back down I noticed the smell of my husband. I could smell him. Not a bad smell, I just all the sudden had super powers and I could smell EVERYTHING! This would have been amazing had I not started spotting a week ago, then stopped never to return. My watch light signaling my oncoming period went dark. I laid there in bed thinking about my new super power, my disappearing period, and suddenly realized that I was in fact pregnant. I didn't sleep the rest of the night. I took three pregnancy test the next day during my lunch break. Two of which came back positive, one was non-conclusive. BUT the third non-conclusive turned positive on its own right three days later, as I saved them in the drawer. Week 5: Oh. My. God. I am exhausted. My life force has been diminished. AND on top of that- no sushi, no rare meat? (Who is making these rules?!), no caffeine (say what?!), no alcohol (isn't life hard enough), but overall my life is going through drastic lifestyle changes. Week 6: I am trying to not insert this pregnancy into every conversation I have with my husband but it is hard and biological. I am excited! on another note- I have not pooped in seven days...Will I ever poop again? Week 7: FOOD! OMG! I am so hungry!!! BABY HUNGRY! and then I am so sick- oh I am fighting back the nausea... Week 8: First Doctors appointment. Turns out that I am 7 weeks. Return to week seven. But I have been cleared for small amounts of morning coffee!!! Week 8 (for real): You will poop again. You will only poop once a week but it will be intense.