Tonight we went out for steak at our favorite restaurant. It was soooo good. Poor Den asked for his rare as rare can be and got something that was edging towards medium. (How do you even do that?) He felt absolutely terrible about sending it back, but the one they brought out next was fabulously done. (And he tipped the waitress extremely well for the inconvenience.) I had the same thing, but cooked more than I usually like it…. I’m still unsure what exactly you’re “supposed” to do while pregnant, though I know that my usual of medium-rare is definitely underdone. It is still so sad to eat overcooked steak like that. But the marsala sauce and mushrooms made up for the inconvenience. Mmmmmm steak. It’s been far too long. Of course afterwards I felt like a bloated blimp, but I still say it was worth it. ;)

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Do you know what today is? The 25th. Of August. (Or at least it was when I started writing this entry.) Which makes me 8 weeks pregnant. WHICH MEANS… I am now a normal pregnant woman!! No more progesterone! Woo hoo!

Oh, and it also means a new belly pic is up. But that is far less important, especially since it hasn’t really changed since last week.

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My belly button has been sensitive/touchy lately. What’s up with that? My uterus certainly isn’t anywhere near my belly button yet.

No puking today, which is really good. When we went out to eat I wore my jeans (jeans!!) with my belly band… which worked great. Only problem was after I ate, when that pressure against my tummy made me feel a little uncomfortable! But I looked good and I’m happy to have the use of all my pants back. Can’t exactly go to a nice restaurant in yoga pants.

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Den is just cracking me up today. He had to work, which is a big booo. But this evening after going out to dinner we crashed in bed and watched the end of Pleasantville on TV and just layed here and talked and giggled. (Okay, I giggled. He’d be upset if I implied that he giggled. He is far too manly for giggling.) I really do think days like that are the best in marriage. I’m just happy to have him home – and he’s happy to be home.

He’s been extra sweet since I got pregnant. You can tell he is just so incredibly happy. Laying in bed looking at me he just smiled and said, “My life turned out to be so wonderful.” He was talking about meeting me, but I know he was also talking about this gift we have been given, our child growing in me. He is enthralled with my belly, even though it’s just chubby right now. He says often how beautiful I look. I figure that’ll come in handy later in pregnancy when I don’t feel all that beautiful! He also gives the most wonderful backrubs, which also will come in handy later.