Well, I thought I would post because it's been a little while.
Things are actually going really well. I know it's much easier to b!tch about things than report the good, so I thought I'd actually write nice things about H on here for a change.
He's been very attentive, very communicative and very helpful. He's been helping D get ready in the mornings if I need help with that, cleaning up a little more often (and without me asking sometimes!), and he's generally a little more understanding of my S-L-O-W rate of progress with... well, everything. Pregnancy is such an energy suckage, so my level of productivity has been cut in half. At first he was giving me some grief, but he's been much more understanding lately. He's even gone out to get me some weird pregger things lately (specific colored Gatorade, fries from specific fast food restaurants, etc). He even took care of D on one of the REALLY bad morning sickness days (vomiting ALL DAY) without any complaint and took care of me as best he could while also dealing with her.
So this time around is thus far much better.
And even though we're not to the point that we were last time when red flags started flying (it was 14 weeks and I popped), because this is the 2nd pregnancy, I'm already looking like that. There is NO HIDING this tummy. He seems thrilled by it (well, as emotionally expressive of thrilled as he gets... he's a bit robotic on emotions, especially when it comes to joy). He's concerned I'm eating poorly, but I reminded him that even though I look huge, I've only gained 3 lbs. I also have to remind him that even the thought of several foods make me gag, so my diet is similar to that of a preschooler. Lots of bland, easy foods.
I'll be 11 weeks tomorrow. So we've still got a ways to go. But so far so good.
