"When you go away to the dark skies, moon pies, fireflies, dropping off like dirty lies . . ." Kendra Morris
So, I'm 13 weeks along now and finally seeing the glorious light of the honeymoon-like 2nd trimester ahead of me. Oh, the cray-cray 1st trimester. I should get this out of the way right now -- it really wasn't that bad. I didn't throw up once, but I could be found bowing in front of that porcelain deity a few times, praying for some sort of relief. Dry heaving is almost worse than actually puking because there's nothing productive about it. I guess I didn't anticipate this pregnancy being very different from the first, which was luckily easy and uneventful for the most part. The biggest change really is that I'm already a mom and therefore have minimal time to rest. As in I'm the first woman to ever be pregnant with a toddler running around. Woe is me! (But really, how the H-E-double-hockey-sticks do women do this all the time?)
Let's play some catch up, shall we? A few fly-lights and some fly-lows, if you will.
I've been eating chocolate like it's the end of the world. Again.
Even the thought of tomato sauce gave me heartburn. Oh great. Still does.
I wasn't eating quite so much pizza and pasta.
Exhaustion is a lame excuse for a word. It doesn't begin to cover what I've been experiencing.
Q has learned to like the "nap game" in which we gather pillows and blankets and lay on the couch. Or the floor. In between trucks.
An excuse for spontaneously combusting into an emotional wreck.
And a transitional Fly-light as we enter the 2nd trimester:
Fun dreams that T enjoys "hearing about" when I wake up.