Nine Muses

I had my first prenatal visit today, with the prenatal nurse. (I won’t see the ob until June 5, when I’ll be nearly 10 weeks along. It was the earliest visit they had.) I have a pile of paperwork to read through, though the nurse often was backing up what I’d already read.

She said they’ll do a sonogram at the next visit, and warned me that it’ wouldn’t be the tummy kind like you see in the movies. Fortunately, I was already prepared for that. She confirmed that J can go to that visit with me, so if he can stomach it, he’ll get to see the heartbeat right then. If not, she says I get pictures to take home.

Maybe I’ll take up scrapbooking. Hah.

Symptomatically, I’m not that bad off. I have some queasiness, but have found that not letting my stomach get entirely empty helps with that. Really, it hasn’t been that bad anyway. I had said to some folks last week that I wasn’t having mood swings, but I seem to be today, so people might want to watch out! I am, however, shopping for a sports bra. These painful things keep getting in the way. Ouch.

Well, it’s official. I am, indeed, pregnant. At this point, I’m just five weeks along. I have my first prenatal visit, with the prenatal nurse (not the Ob yet) in just under two weeks.

I find myself having little mini fits of panic over the stupidest things. This morning, it was over the fact that I’m not sick. There are “studies” that say that how sick you are indicates how well the pregnancy is going. I know from other reading I’ve done and from people I’ve spoken to that not being sick can be a completely normal sort of thing (statistics say it only affects 50% to 80%), but it was still bugging me until I dug around on the Internet and found posts by dozens of women saying they never had even a smidgen of sickness, or anything else, in their first trimester.

I guess I get to look forward to nine months of trying not to worry about stupid things. Hah. Maybe it’ll be good for my stress management skills.

I was trying to look up the meaning behind Vienna Teng’s song, My Medea, since it’s been haunting me lately.  (It’s a haunting sort of song, anyway.)  I found this video, in which she somewhat explains her thought process, but also performs the song.  It’s one of my favorites, ever.