I have to be honest, though; I still don't feel like blogging or writing. You may have noticed that content on here has dropped since...well...since I got pregnant. (A huge thank you to the guest bloggers I had recently!!) I've just had zero motivation to do anything these days. Writing and even thinking coherent thoughts have dwindled down to the bottom of my to-do list.
|Yup...I peed on those sticks!|
For the past eight weeks (I'm 12 weeks now), eating has been a chore; the only exercise I'm getting is racing to the bathroom to pee a million times a day (with an occasional walk around town with Bella); my stomach is completely confused about what's going on and it's not happy about it, and the only two things I actually enjoy doing lately are taking naps and sucking on peppermint candies. (That's a lie—I'm in the middle of an Alias marathon. I loved this show when it aired and I love it all over again now. I just hope my husband doesn't mind the names Sydney or Michael...)
I'm totally envious of the women out there who have been posting the cute weekly belly photos and surveys since the day that second pink line popped up on their stick. I'm hardly motivated to make a cheese quesadilla, let alone get creative. I need to also say that I am in complete and utter awe of those of you who have been pregnant and worked during your first trimester. Never in my life have I been more thankful that I'm not allowed to work out here, because I don't know how I'd be able to function! I suppose I would just suck it up and do it, but know that I'm seriously impressed with you.
I actually felt fantastic the first two weeks after I found out I was pregnant and I did a few of those surveys you see everywhere, but then the nausea kicked in and decided become a permanent house guest. I haven't (thankfully, luckily, knock on wood) actually been sick, but I've been very close and there have been more than a handful of days where I wish I could just effing throw up so I could feel better. (And yes, I've tried Zofran and ginger pills and this and that...nothing really works.) Honestly, this has felt like a eight-week hangover without the fun night from before (well, there was a fun night three months ago, but you know what I mean).
|Taken around 5 weeks (one week after we found out). This was at the bathroom at Hohenschwangau Castle in Germany!|
I don't mean to complain, because I know what a blessing this is and how many women would give anything to be in this position, but I'm just explaining where I've been lately. This blog started as a way to document my life, so I realized I really need to start documenting this part of my life on here.
I will say that several times a day I thank God I'm feeling sick, or after I curse because I brushed my arm on my boob and it stung like H-E-Double-Tooth-Picks, I'm thankful I have the pain. This "morning" sickness is a constant reminder that I am pregnant and I am making a baby.
And! Before people start to get too concerned with this downer post, where I seem to do nothing all day but watch decade-old TV shows and take multiple long naps (which do happen every day, by the way), I make it a point—and my friends here make it a point—to get me out of the house. My calendar is still extremely full and I have some sort of luncheon or dinner out every day. It's fantastic and just the distraction I need!
This post is getting much longer than I originally intended, but I wanted to share that so far this pregnancy hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows. Last night was the first night I've actually felt hungry in months. (Usually I feel nauseous and then have to force myself to eat.) It was amazing and I scarfed down all of my food like I wouldn't feel hunger again. Low and behold, I woke up sick again today.
Everyone says there's a light at the end of the tunnel—I'm 12 weeks—and supposedly that light should start getting brighter any day now, so hopefully you'll be seeing more of me soon, because I have a lot to talk about!