First off, I saw this article, and I really had to put it in here. It made me tear up a touch, mostly to think of how that moment might feel for Scott. Tissue please?
So, as of yesterday or so, I am at 10 weeks. I have to admit, so far, time has been flying by. Between Dr's appointments, physical therapy appointments, work, growing boobs, etc... it has just been hard to believe that I've known I've been pregnant already for a month. Things are good, other than the bit of low back pain, but that's the noodle part of me that I'll just have to deal with I suppose.
Things that are wierd to me: Not liking meat, being able to smell EVERYTHING, the porn-star that seems to attached itself to my now ample chest, being tired and ready for bed by 9pm. I did get to eat a steak the other night, which was pretty yummy, but overall, most meat still isn't very appealing. Grocery shopping is exhausting, between having to hold my breath going down certain aisles to save myself from nausea-inducing smells and just walking around that long, last night I didn't move from the couch except to make myself some mac & cheese after getting back.
Then, when Scott came to bed last night after working till 4 am, all I could say is "you ate tuna." Yup, at 5:30 am, that's all I could say. Then "I love you, but can you please go use some listerine, because that smells absolutely awful." Thank you nose for ruining my cuddling.
And of course, there are the boobs of epic proportions. If I hadn't seen them grow before my very own eyes, I would swear I got a boob job from a Dr. who has done jobs for Pamela Anderson or Jenna James. They are HUGE. My mom laughing that they will get bigger isn't helping either. For some reason she thought I said B instead of D... "oh, I'm sure youll get up to a full C when you are nursing..." I had to kindly inform her that we are looking more at DD or DDD territory. For the girl that was flat as a board in high school, these are a whole new level. Maybe the part that scares me most is the old addage "What goes up, must come down." Yay, saggy sacks of skin.
Oh well, it's all part of the process. My little parasite and I are gonna get some cookies now. Oh, and parasite is approximately the size of a prune (appropriate) and has foot prints. :-) At least these gigantic "fun bags" will get good use when my little gremlin is hungry in 7 months... Till then... Hello Porn Star.
For one thing, it was chicken, not tuna. You cooked it Princess so now deal with it. There is no way I was getting my tired ass out of bed to use mouthwash.
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