Ginger - she needs to eat it to stop feeling like she's going to puke, and we will probably have a ginger baby. I'm strawberry blonde with blue eyes and freckles, and she's blonde with green eyes and freckles, so we've come to accept the fact that we will have a ginger baby with an afro. It's fine, I'm good with it. We can all huddle under umbrellas and marvel at you people that tan.
So we just hit six weeks, the eyes are black spots, the spinal chord is forming, there are paddle hands and a heart that's beating at 100-150 beats per minute. The fetus is the size of a lentil. Pretty amazing stuff.
We took a picture of Wife's belly last night, it has grown a tiny bit. It looks like she just ate whatever she wanted all weekend, a little pooch.
Overall feeling better by using her bracelets in the morning. There was a rough night in there sleeping though, she's not quite to the "peeing all the time" phase but she's just generally uncomfortable. And eating like a horse.
I keep hearing about "sympathy weight gain" and immediately think, "That's for weak men." Now I understand how it happens, you might leave work feeling great and excited about grilling a steak and having some salad for a nice paleo dinner, but that all goes out the window when the guilt tripping starts about having chinese food or pizza for dinner instead.
Can't write as much as normal, but the 300c ended up costing $2k to fix. That's a lot of diapers. I'm beginning to feel like I can't catch a break financially.
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