10 Week Mark

I passed the 10 week mark, which means the thing growing inside me is no longer an embryo. It is officially a fetus. "It" and "thing" sound so callous, but I don’t have a creative name. Perhaps, "little one" or "future babe" would be better. However, I am simply too exhausted to worry about terms of endearment.

I must admit that this pregnancy is different from the last one, but not in huge ways. Mainly, this is about my focus. Last time, pregnancy became the center of all of my attention. Other major things were going on like my dad’s brain cancer and my MIL’s lung cancer, but pregnancy was a nice distraction. I definitely preferred to keep that on my mind. We also had to buy lots of baby things to get ready for her. That kept me focused.

This time, I have a million different things on my mind. Some of them are a result of getting pregnant, like the fact that I need a new vehicle because my current one is just ridiculously small. We will be moving too, because our apartment is too small. I am all about planning and scheming to get what I want.

It is not that pregnancy isn’t on my mind at all. I guess it is always there especially when I either need to eat something quickly or can’t stand the smell of something. Plus, my belly has popped out much faster this time, so choosing my clothes every morning is already a task. Let me just say it again, the in-between/fat stage is no fun. There are a million reminders, but preparing for this baby is so different and my mind is all over the place.