I'm not 100% sure that the enormity of the situation has really sunk in. I talk about being pregnant, I get excited, but I'm not really sure that I believe it just yet. I keep thinking I it will just click. I think I'm too nervous/anxious/scared at this point to really let myself enjoy it. I'm trying not to think about the "what-ifs" at this point, no need to have that energy out there.
What has changed? Well, my boobs are killing me. I literally cannot roll over in bed. Poor Brent has accidentally elbowed me and I'm pretty sure he thought I was dying. I compared it to me hitting him in the balls, he didn't buy it. I still wonder if that's a good comparison. They're also growing already. I'm almost positive that this will give me away before any belly bump is noticeable. Unless of course I tell people I got implants. No?
I pee a lot. That's really nothing new.
I get waves of nausea but thankfully haven't had the pleasure of upchucking just yet. Though I was positive last week in Costco that I was going to lose what little food I had in my stomach all over the cashier. I didn't.
I get nauseous when I'm hungry. I have realized the remedy to this is eating. A LOT. Clearly I will be a beluga whale by the end of this 9 months. Thanks B (and I mean baby and not Brent, though he clearly bares some of the blame!).
Mood swings haven't happened yet; however, Brent might offer a different opinion on that one.
OH! And I am TIRED all. of. the. time. I don't mind that though.
I'm not complaining, just documenting.
I don't like to wish away time but I can't wait to really feel like there's a baby in there. I still find the whole I'm growing a human thing to be surreal. Anyways.... hopefully this is the start of our healthy little ones intro to blogging. Look out world, Baby B's journey has begun.
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