I had every intention of writing throughout my pregnancy but that desire was quickly forgotten as I entered the twenty-three weeks of intense nausea and vomiting that began almost as soon as I found out I was pregnant. I feel like I’ve told this story ad nauseam but the reason I am starting this blog is to record my thoughts and feelings on pregnancy and motherhood. It will also be a journal of Diego’s development.  

I found out I was pregnant on February 23, 2012. I don’t think I will ever forget the date. I had been feeling poorly for about a week and a half by then. It was mostly a feeling of malaise and a very stubtle, mild case of nausea that would come in waves. I had very little appetite and would eat only out of obligation. As the days wore on I also became constipated. I had never experienced anything like that in my life. It was pretty horrible and my stomach was bothering me. I was seriously considering going to the doctor as I was resigned to my fate. I had, as I am known to do, diagnosed myself with some sort of terminal illness from which I was sure to die. To my surprise I wasn’t on the verge of death even though I would feel like I was for the next nine months.