Dear baby,

This week has been tough, I’m not going lie. As of this week I have begun vomiting. In some ways it’s good that the nausea is going somewhere. In other ways, walking down the street and finding a yawn turns into a wretch is somewhat embarrassing. Unfortunately, not much seems to help so I’m just struggling through.

I’m enjoying work though. It helps me focus on other things. Don’t get me wrong, baby, I’m so excited to be having you, but at work it’s just about me, and I don’t have time to focus on nausea and other things (though sometimes it can’t be helped), I just have time to do my job well.

I have started thinking how, when you’re born, your father and I will have been together for almost 10 years. For almost nine of them we will have lived together, just the two of us. It’s funny to think that now there will be a third person in our household. I can’t help but think how that might change us.

You see, by the time you read this, it might not be as evident as it is now, but your Mum and Dad have always been crazy about each other. In fact, when we first got together I used to call it “movie love”. It was destined to fail because I was on a working-holiday visa, but we had to be together so we made it work. Anyway, I can’t help but wonder what our lives will be like when it’s not just about the two of us. When our love is distributed further.

Today, your Dad did all of my chores for me so I could just lie on the couch. Isn’t that sweet? He’s been super attentive since we found out you were coming. I have to admit, I’m a lucky girl. Some of my girlfriends have not been so lucky. How wonderful to be married to someone who will vacuum the house out of kindness, even when it was your turn to do it.

So, I read today that your organs are now beginning to function. Your little heart, your little brain. I’m doing everything I can to make sure you’re healthy. Though I have to say exercising is difficult when you’re constantly dizzy and nauseous, but I’m doing my best. Next week will be harder – it’s going to be scorching hot all week – but I’ll do my best, my little one.

Next: Week 9

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