No morning sickness?
So I have six days left in the first trimester and it seems as though the puking your guts out fairy has passed me by this time. I think this is good. When I was pregnant with Owen I missed something like a cumulative three weeks of work due to hyperemesis gravidarum (imagine the worst stomach flu you've ever had and then think about having it for 12 plus weeks.) This time I have missed no work, this makes me both happy and not broke. I am at this point not too worried that this means anything in particular, we saw a nice steady hb five weeks ago and there is a less than 5% chance of anything going awry once you have established that. Of course with my last loss, who wouldn't worry just a bit? My mother is saying, and Ian is echoing it, that this means this is a healthier pregnancy because I don't feel like shit. While I am eager to never have m/s like I had with Owen ever again, it was normal. It was in no way an indication of what was to come. Anyway, the Mama's intuition is still saying that this is another girl. I like the name Calla as I've mentioned before. I like calla lilies, it means beautiful in greek and it is hardly ever used as a name. I like the idea that my daughter won't be one of a billion Sophies, Isabellas or Emilys. Ian likes Calypso and suggests that we could call her Calla. I am not so sure about this. I'm down with the classical reference, but all I can see in my mind is a bad made for tv version of the Odyssey with Calypso played my Vanessa Williams. Can't quite wrap my brain around that one. Anyway, here's hoping that my appointment on the 20th goes well.