I’ve finally passed the 13-week mark and am in my 2nd trimester, and after seeing the doctor a couple days ago and seeing that the baby was good and healthy (and hearing the heartbeat on the Doplar), Hubby and I breathed a collective sigh of relief. And then we posted the ultrasound pictures on Facebook because that’s what classy grown-up people do these days.
It feels great to finally be able to tell people about the pregnancy and not keep it a secret anymore. What’s even better is that all of a sudden, I’m hungry again and not only that, but food looks and smells good again too. And I can stay up past 9 p.m.! That’s pretty amazing as well. I’m sure I’ve been a pretty boring wife the last couple months; pecking at cereal, then napping, then sipping at soup, then going to bed. And in the spare time when I was awake, all I did was complain about how constipated I was.
There’s only two more things I’m waiting for; a bump and that great pregnant glow everyone talk about. So far, my skin has reverted back to a stage of adolescence that I would prefer to forget called My Skin Hates Me. Urgh. I’m dreading our Christmas trip to Australia because I’m breaking out on my back, of all places. Like, really? What the hell is THAT all about?
I WANT THE GLOW!!!



2 Comments
November 13, 2009 at 7:01 pm
“My Skin Hates Me”
heheheheheh
You funny chick x
November 13, 2009 at 10:28 pm
Pretty!