7 weeks pregnant

So today we have completed the 7th week of pregnancy, next week we are into the 8th week already. I don't know why but somehow 8 weeks seem a bit of a milestone for me. We are having our first prenatal appointment on Tuesday at 11:35. Asked our Spanish teacher Laura to come with us to help translate as none of the primary health care personnel here speak English.

I have been incredibly tired  and exhausted this week, like I just could not get enough sleep, coupled with a bit of morning sickness that felt like it lasted all day some days. Mine mostly seems to be set off by driving, a sort of pregnant motion sickness!

More over mosquitoes have suddenly started biting me, where they never did before!

I find that I need to eat more often in order not to get sick. Scott has been great and serve me breakfast and tea in bed every morning! We bought a toaster to aid my in-between meals, and one slice of dark bread toasted with butter and honey seems to do the trick...and yogurt!

This past week all the important organs started to develop, the baby also got eyelids and nostrils and grew over 100 brain cells a minute! The baby developed reflexes and showed some movement. This coming week the baby will be growing ears among other things, although only about 1.5 cm long and my uterus will grow to be the size of a grapefruit.

Have been trying to go swimming in Avia every weekday. It is a great pool and sometimes I am lucky and get to have it all to myself, like today. I walk from Can Ballus on a footh path to Avia and the pool listening to my ipod which takes about 30 minutes, then swim a 1000m - 40 laps in the pool. I have always loved swimming but now it sort of feels like I am doing it for the baby too.


I am glad Scott decided to shave his moustache, I think he looks much better without: Take a look for yourselves!

Scott says:

The tash had to go, simple as that. I know facial hair is all rage in the UK but I'm not in the UK, I'm in Spain and soon to be back in Nepal, the land of the mustachioed man. It was beginning to disturb me every time I looked in the mirror so off it came.

Anyway, enough about me and the tash. So far there are still no real physical signs of the baby, I think Anita has been remarkably unaffected by it all, sure she's tired a bit more but this is Spain, everybody sleeps in the afternoon. Yeah, she's definitely got more of an appetite but then she's a great cook, who wouldn't want to eat her food. She hasn't actually vomited once, a bowl of cherios normally sorts that problem out, so no holding hair back required, no mood swings, nothing. All I see are a happy and healthy pregnant Norwegian with bigger boobs, who happens to be carrying our baby, what's not to like. To be honest I think I'm getting off rather lightly at the moment.

While I write this, Anita is in the kitchen as usual making fish battered in breadcrumbs and chips, bring on those food cravings I say. However while it's all well and good waiting in anticipation for Anita's belly to start expanding, I'm having to work hard to keep my expanding waistline to stop peeping over the top of jeans.

So if we're talking about physical signs, well it seems to be me that are showing them all, the tash, the waistline and me standing in a kitchen preparing Anita's breakfast in bed!