When we were talking about getting pregnant,
ZPJ would ask, "What if we need to move? What about your job? Will you be able to do everything that needs to be done?" And I would tell him, "Women have been having babies for millions of years. Women have had babies while working in the fields. Women had babies on the Oregon Trail. It will be fine."
Now that I'm so tired and sickly that even sitting at my desk for a day is a small, no HUGE, triumph, I'm even more in awe of the women who came before me and daunted by the task ahead of me.
But I am excited to report that I just travelled down my own personal Oregon Trail this week in the form of the annual conference that I coordinate. There are 100 presenters and over 500 attendees and dozens of volunteers and a mountain of LCD projectors, and I made it all happen! This is a trial every year, but this year I am even more proud of myself than usual because I did it all with extreme fatigue and morning sickness.
Yay me!
Now I'm tucking myself in bed, because I have to get up at 7:00am. Nothing in this world could induce me to get up that early after such a long week other than one thing - our first sonogram! I am half-terrified, half-thrilled - I have been feeling for a long time like this whole experiment won't really be real until I see that little heart beating on the monitor and know that everything is going exactly how it should be. Wish me luck. I'll post pictures when I have them.