Grazing is the new way of life for me, it seems. I am 6.5 weeks along in this pregnant journey and so far no symptoms, until today. Nausea has hit me, and it seems the only way to prevent it is to maintain a steady act of eating....little bits of food all day long. I am already tired of eating and thinking about eating. But tonight as we settled into our seats at the movie theater and I began to feel a sense of panic about being locked in a row of people without any food to graze on, I realized that I should get used to this way of life... One that is always concerned with the essentials (food, sleep, and the toilet). Once MattAlina arrives then will begin my journey of making sure all those essentials are met for him/her. What a journey this is and totally life- changing. I am really enjoying it. I have also realized what a calling motherhood is....the other day I looked at Matt in all seriousness and asked him if he was jealous and sad he didn't get to carry this child. After laughing he looked at me very dumbfounded and said emphatically, "UH, no! For starters, it's not even possible." I had an odd moment of sympathy and sadness for him that he misses out on this intimate connection, but then I realized that a lot of girls feel called to this journey from the moment they begin holding baby dolls. What a crazy and fun time!