math is a funny thing. i’ve known for 1 week now that i’m pregnant. if you go by my uber-obvious-when-it-happens ovulation schedule, conception happened about 3 weeks ago, but since the world counts pregnancy from your last period, i’m actually just wrapping up week 5, and am cruising into week 6 as i type.

also, “everyone knows” that pregnancy is 9 months, but really, it’s 40 weeks…which is 10 lunar months. makes it difficult to track the “what you’re feeling this month” to “what you’re feeling this week” bits on sites and in books cuz i don’t know where the months and weeks line up.

oh the trials of an overly obsessive, barely pregnant woman.

so how am i feeling, you ask?

well, not so bad. not so good. i’m tired. a few days last week i had fairly constant abdominal pain/cramping (nothing to worry about), and off and on nausea. saturday and sunday the cramps had pretty much left but the nausea made up for it. i haven’t puked yet (wooo!) but have come decently close. i’m actually a little relieved about the nausea thing. statistically, the more morning sickness you feel, the less likely you are to have a first-trimester miscarriage. the day or so it went away, i was actually a bit cranky. which is not to say that no nausea means no baby by any means.

oh dear. and the mood swings. they’re driving me a bit nuts, to say nothing of everyone else who has to deal with them. at least i can still recognize that i’m “off” instead of just assuming i’m rational. it’s a small blessing, i suppose.

as for physically, well, i’ll spare you the details about my breasts, but from what i’ve been told from other pregnant women, i’m getting off easy…so far. i haven’t gained any noticeable weight, according to my scale, but it’s certainly shifted a bit. a couple of weeks ago i was itching for a bit of a diet because only a couple pairs of pants fit. as of saturday i was down to a single pair of jeans. tried to find inexpensive pants that were just the next size up instead of heading to maternity (since this isn’t really maternity weight quite yet), but the maternity pants i tried on fit sooo much better (to say nothing of comfort) and were about the same price so i went for it. i don’t *think* they scream out “omg! you’re pregnant!”, but i’m still leery of wearing them before everyone knows. i’m going to try and stick to my jeans and some spring skirts for now. hopefully, that’ll tide me over until we get to the telling.

so yeah. that’s about it for me. as for the sprout (omelet, spud, etc), without any doctor’s appointments i don’t have much to report. the books and such tell me we’ve moved past “layers of goo” into something that loosely resembles humans and is about the size of a lentil.

also, as you can see, we clearly haven’t settled on what to call him/her quite yet.