Week 13!

Here's my first attempt at journaling through my pregnancy and noting down all of the details that I may or may not want to remember down the road.

Can I say that pregnancy has been lovely thus far? Absolutely not! Call me a wimp, but I don't appreciate waking up in the middle of the night for pee runs or nausea attacks. Can't wait for the charlie horses to start in the middle of the night too...If you can't tell, dark moods have become my bff as of late. The hormones and mood swings make me try to avoid crowds of people like the plague in fear of "accidentally" screaming at someone for walking too slow in front of me. yikes...

Since today is the official start of my 2nd trimester, I expected to magically wake up this morning and see rainbows and unicorns. Maybe my positive thinking reinforced my body to support the hypothesis for a little while, but unfortunately, with a snack of some dried fruit, that dream went kaput.

Aside from the nausea, fatigue, lack of desire to be a part of the human race, I've been getting major gas attacks...my poor husband. At the risk of TMI, I look like I'm about 6-7 months pregnant since my gas filled belly is protruding more than normal. All I want to wear are dresses that don't touch my stomach in any way...so essentially mu mus are also my bffs.

Everyone keeps telling me to "hang in there", that it will "get better"...I genuinely want to believe them and not the devil on my shoulder that keeps saying that I will be my mother's daughter and have morning sickness until the day I go into labor. The thought alone makes me think that maybe I should pick up a new hobby of smoking some hierba...but I don't want to get my baby taken away by child services before it's born so I'll icksnay that idea.

I know that this first entry seems dark, negative and poopy...and that's pretty much my mood in a nutshell lately, but I'm sure the next entry will definitely be filled with strawberries and fairy dust. Well...maybe not strawberries, I don't do so well with fruit lately.
Underneath all of the bah humbug-ness...I really am excited and so extremely grateful to have a little peach bun cooking away in my oven. I feel so bad that I can't send good "ohms" the way of my baby right now...but I'm sure once the magic of 2nd trimester hits officially...I hope to turn into that glowy, blissful preggo that you see on TV and movies. And I would like to apologize in advance if you happen to be in my way and I mow you down. (literally and figuratively) :)