the adams' blog

So today is the first big day we’ve been waiting for: the end of the first trimester! We’re pretty excited about this as it’s the point at which the chance of miscarriage is less likely to happen. I can tell Jessica isn’t as worried as she was before…except now she’s worrying about what we’ll name the baby if it turns out to be a boy.

Up until this point I haven’t worried much about names because I didn’t want to get my hopes up. However, Jessica’s worrying has rubbed off on me somewhat and I find myself paying attention to every guy’s name that I hear lately. I haven’t heard any names that have caught my attention, but I’ve heard plenty from Jessica’s ideas that seem to sound too feminine for me. I won’t post them here, but she can if she wants. It’s worth noting that we’ve had a girl’s name picked out for many years, probably for as long as we’ve been married. I won’t post that name here either, but then again Jessica can do that if she wants (I just don’t want anybody to steal it :p).

When I look back from this day (the end of the first trimester) to the day when we found out about the pregnancy, I can see some changes in Jessica (some are good, some are bad, and some are surprising).

One of the good things is that she’s worrying less now. It used to be that every ache and pain would set her off on a worrying tangent, but now she seems to be “comfortable” (for lack of a better word) with the aches and pains.

One of the bad things I’ve noticed is that she has moments like this: “Ohhh…I’m so sick at my stomach that I think I’m going to throw up…but I’m so hungry…I’m starving!!!” (And yes, that’s all one sentence that comes out of her mouth). I’m not sure how to resolve such a problem, so it’s confusing and somewhat frustrating to say the least. I don’t understand how somebody can be so sick that they’re on the brink of throwing up, yet be so hungry at the same time… And I won’t even get into the hormones thing.

One of the surprising things I’ve noticed is that she has this new thing about candy, or sweets. I’ve never known her to be a sweet-eater except for one time about 2 years ago when she had this thing with “Nerds Ropes”. Now her purse is like a small candy stand, filled with things like Bottlecaps, SweeTarts, Now & Laters, and probably much more that I can’t remember at this time. I’ve even had her “steal” one of my Charms Pops (lollipops), and then talk me out of my last one that I had in my gig bag. This house has become a no-man’s land for sweets!!

Even with all the changes, I’m still very excited. I rub her stomach each night and I can tell that her lower stomach is getting a little more firm. I talked to some of the guys at church today and they were telling me their war stories about child birth, and child-rearing, and I have to admit I was pretty disgusted at times. But they followed all that up with this: “It’ll be different when it’s your own child”. So despite all the gross stuff, I’m still looking forward to it!!