It feels like Fall again this morning (Sunday did too): overcast and a cool breeze that invigorates me, in spite of the dreary. I am just thankful for cooler weather. I am also thankful that my stomach is feeling *slightly* better. So far, this pregnancy has been a lot rougher than Elliot’s. I haven’t gone to work a full day yet this week. Let’s see if I can make it to the end of today. I DO have a pumpkin cream cheese muffin with my name on it for later. Really, my big issue is eating more small meals instead of larger ones. I honestly don’t know what I can do about the late night stomach issues though. Seems like soon as it hits about 10 PM, my stomach begins flaring up, like there are rays of pain radiating out in every direction. Pregnancy is so unsexy and so depressing at times. It’s not like being sick; it’s something else wherein I don’t feel like myself and my body is not my own. Ugh. I know I ought to enjoy it though because I’m pretty sure this is the last time I’m going to do this.
In some ways, I am totally fine with that. pregnancy last time was really quite interesting – fascinating even – and I can’t say that there weren’t many weeks that I totally enjoyed it. I was in awe of the belly, once it grew into this big bulbous incubator and all that belly fat I was harboring had somehow disappeared amidst the stretched and straining skin of the baby’s refuge. The baby kicks and twirls were always such a wonderful moment as well. It IS pretty amazing to be able to grow a life. I truly believe Ash when he says he would gladly do it if it were scientifically possible. I think more men than you’d think would want to experience such a thing. It’s awfully amazing.
It’s not all roses and butterflies though, as I mentioned. And I’m ready for this trimester to be over. The thing I don’t get is that some sites say 12 weeks ends it and some say 15. I am hoping for 12 because I need a reprieve. I am sick of feeling fine in the Am but by mid-day, my pants are a little tighter and by evening, all I want to do is lay around in yoga pants. /motivation fail.
But in other news: this weekend my parents are coming into town, we’re going to a birthday party and the FSU game and I have so very much to do before then. This is not really a good use of the publish button but there you have it.