Sitting here with my herbal pregnancy tea, a gift from my friend Janet over the weekend, and reading dozens of congratulatory notes from people we love. We've been so overwhelmed by our family and friends' excitement for us. I think that (and the pregnancy tea) has helped to ease the nausea. It seems all I eat these days, be it breakfast, lunch, or supper, is a slice of wheat toast and a piece of fruit. Except for yesterday when Mom had us over for Sunday dinner: BBQ ribs, garlic mashed potatoes, sauteed vegetables, warm Parmesan rolls, and apple crisp. And I was able to eat it without getting sick!
Janet's husband Kevin gave the baby its first Estwing hammer, with a big orange bow around the neck. Of course, Winn thinks he should be able to break it in. They also took us to dinner to celebrate at a new wood-fired pizza place in town. They are such silly good friends, making a fuss over us already.
And then there's my mom (and she already has five grandchildren, mind you) who has already gone shopping for a bag of diapers, two small neutral outfits, four receiving blankets, and a set of bibs. It was exciting to see the newborn diaper, small enough to fit in my palm.
In a while I've got to summon the energy to do some laundry and make a run to town for a box of printer paper, but until then you will find me on the couch for a morning nap.