a week like any other, mostly

I realize Oct. 10 was a long time ago. I also realize that outside of being pregnant, my life is pretty boring, and I don't care to fill the ether with drivel (well, boring drivel). That said, we had our first OB/GYN visit on 13 OCT (our 13th wedding anniversary, to boot). Mr. R not only found out, officially, he was a dad-to-be, he also observed his first pelvic exam. We haven't talked about that yet and probably won't given his palpable discomfort with the experience. Perhaps all husbands should witness at least one in their lives to really appreciate the differences between boys and girls. I decided it would do him no good to protect him from the exam's indignities. It's merely a prelude of future rude, clinical, and slightly nauseating vantages he will have of my twat in days to come. Said exam revealed that I am 6-8 weeks pregnant. The doc could be no more accurate than that as my cycles are hardly cyclical and do not lend themselves to determining an "average cycle length." I will see a specialist on 04 NOV for an ultrasound, and he will estimate due date with far greater assurance.
So, clearly the magic of pregnancy wore off this week. Most mornings, I feel nauseous. I've already started to outgrow my clothes which seems to indicate I am gaining way more weight than is proper for the first trimester, and this puts me squarely back into my food-weight obsession mode (I sould be thankful for any reprieve from this, no matter how short-lived), the very place I was hoping to vacate for 9-12 months. I didn't think I was afraid to carry the weight of a pregnancy, but I apparently still have some bugs to work out. I caught a nasty cold and literally slept around the clock Thursday. This week, 9 months seems an interminably long time.
One final, positive observation: I watched the third and final presidential debate on tuesday. I've watched quite a few in my lifetime, but never has a candidate convinced me so thoroughly of his integrity and never have I shared so completely his vision of a United States in which I not only want to live and raise a child, but one in which I desire to actively participate and to rediscover personal sacrifice for national advancement. Also, I'm pretty sure I have a crush of Barack Obama. He's kind of a hottie.