So yes, I’m definitely pregnant. I am hungry all the time. Seriously, all the time. I feel like I’m constantly hungry, even after having a big meal. I’m craving asparagus so badly, it’s not even funny. I’ve been making — yes, literally forcing — my husband, the poor man (who coincidentally, is walking around with his chest proudly puffed out as a result of our pregnancy) to take me out to dinner almost every night to our favorite Japanese restaurant so that I can order three servings of my favorite dish — vegetarian asparagus maki rolls. Man oh man. I eat, and eat, and eat. And when I’m done with my share, I hijack his share. And then I eat some more, and I order some spicy agadashi tofu, with miso soup, and vegetable gyozas and edamane soy beans. I eat some more. And I’m satisfied maybe for another two hours, and then I’m hungry again.

I wake up at 2am, 3am, 4am, 5am feeling like I haven’t eaten in days. So far, I haven’t gotten up to get a snack, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand the middle-of-the-night hunger cravings. Especially for asparagus.

I have no idea how far along I am right now, since my last period came at such a weird time — the day after I got off my birth control. It is speculated that I am 8 weeks along, though I have a feeling I’m less than that. I’m going to get a blood test today and have an ultrasound next week sometime in order to see how far along the baby is. Regardless, it’s got a beating heart now, and Baby Bean is so well loved and so well received, nothing but positive energy can penetrate through the developing amniotic fluid.

I talk to Baby Bean everyday, while I’m driving, while I eat, while I’m watching TV, while I’m at my laptop. I talk to Bean and tell Bean how beautiful Bean is, and how wanted, and how planned, and how my heart swells, along with my eyes full of tears, at the very thought that my body is being harbored by Bean. I tell Bean that the world is going to be that much more beautiful, that much more loving, that much more peaceful, because s/he is now in existence. I rub my belly, which is barely showing at all (though the husband swears that I’m starting to have a little bump). I rub and rub and rub and through the palms of my hands I am physically emitting loving, positive energy so that it can be absorbed through my uterus and into Bean’s little beating heart.

Advice seeking from mothers and expectant mothers and anyone else who may know the answer: I’m sick. I have a sore throat, my throat is all scratchy, and my nose runs a mile a minute. No fever. Drinking lots of fluids. So far, no medication or cold syrup or anything. I’m kind of freaked about taking anything foreign into my body that isn’t organic, fruity, vegetable, or required for Bean’s growth and health. What can I do to help pass this icky cold along? I’m achy, tired, and coughing a lot. HELP!

We love you, Baby Bean. Namaste. Literally.