Tomorrow...10 weeks...Tadpole officially turns from embryo to fetus...so much info out there, it's astounding.
This pregnancy was actually a planned one. I had been feeling very strongly this summer that it was time for baby #3 and one day James made the comment "We should have another baby" and so...we did.But it's different when you are actually trying...instead of using the "Whoops" method...cause you know EXACTLY when you are preggo and you are SO excited...yet you don't want to tell everyone quite yet because you are what? 2 weeks pregnant. So you wait....then your mom gets mad because you waited a week to tell her (Sorry, moms).
How am I feeling? (I get this question alot, but that's ok...Ü)
I feel....
GOOD....odd, huh? Well...not good in a normal sense, obviously pregnancy is not a 'fun' thing to go thru. AND, I don't want to jink myself...like I did with Aube (felt fine and dandy, then when I least expected it, I was worshiping the porcelain). I am completely and utterly EXHAUSTED. Like...dude...I'm TIRED. I'm usually a tired gal anyways due to my job and staying up till 1-2am most nights. But this is just (to use the unpopular, Rachel Zoe phrase) BANANAS (which I crave...odd). I'm a zombie. And really, would I trade exhaustion for the overwhelming nausea that consumed my life for 3 months with numbers 1 and 2? Umm...nope. It's not like I have no nausea...I feel pretty icky when my sugar is low...cause I don't eat that much....cause nothing sounds good....except fast food...and weren't we trying to save money?? Yeah...but what can you do?
Also...I'm like uber emotional...I cry over anything...TV shows, billboards, new babies, people and their dumb ways, someone's clothing scattered all over the highway....it's pathetic. *sniff*
But, we take the good with the bad....cause the end result out weighs everything that pregnancy puts us thru!
