Who else can join me in the "I hate the first trimester" camp?!? I hope I'm not coming off as overly negative. In all honestly I love pregnancy . . . maybe just not this part. I love when the belly gets big, you feel that little bundle moving around in there, the day you meet your baby nears. That is magical. Extreme exhaustion, anxiety, and pimples circa freshman year in high school aren't magical in my book. Ugh . . . keep on chugging along momma.
And the utter exhaustion!! Oh boy. About every day around noon I feel like I've just ran a marathon (and I used to run marathons . . . to think!) I run two miles now and I feel as though I'm an elephant storming across the savannah. I literally put my son down for his nap and hurl myself into my bed. And my naps are like bear hibernations; I wake up wondering if its springtime already. Seriously I doze into some serious sleep. And I have really funky dreams too. Bizarre.
On a sad note of reality I still haven't come to terms with this pregnancy. I think getting pregnant so soon after miscarriage has me somehow in my brain morphing this baby into the baby before. I almost feel as if it's unreal that my body could actually carry a baby again after what it's been through. I don't know what it's going to take to have reality finally set in. I'm really hoping the next appointment is a positive one and will give me the boost I need to empower myself with this pregnancy. Have to wait for a couple more weeks. In the meantime I'll try to reduce the intensive mood swings I've been having. Sorry hubby, just the littlest thing sets me off lately! Only seven more months!!