Thanks for all the congrats and well wishes, readers. Big B and I are very excited. :)
I found out a few weeks ago; I’m not very far along, only about 7 weeks. Thing #2 is only the size of a blueberry, and consequently, makes eating blueberries impossible. I was going to try to wait till I was out of my first trimester to tell everybody, but let’s be honest, I’ve been consumed with thoughts of my pregnancy, and of being sick due to the pregnancy, and I haven’t had anything else to blog about as a result. My chances of miscarrying are quite slim now, (about 5%) so I figure I’m pretty safe.
We’re excited to finally be pregnant again, but I’m thinking it’s kind of lame how sick I feel. With Cade, I swear it wasn’t quite so intense all the time. My morning sickness is worse; I pee like Seabiscuit, and don’t even get me started on how badly my breasticles hurt. SERIOUSLY if you even look at them in a hostile way they will start to ache. Be gentle with them, Big B sure has to haha.
Also, I cry a lot more, and tend to lose it when small children crap their pants. And I’m hungry. Like, ravenous. This is an entirely good thing, I realize. I am partaking, don’t you worry.
No one else can tell yet, but I can totally tell I’m getting a baby bump – Brandon can too. My tummy isn’t quite so flat…it’s getting a bit rounded, and I’m shocked at how fast it’s coming and also I was looking at maternity clothes online and wanted to puke and/or cry because I can’t believe I’m going to have to start sporting said clothes in the near future. I’m going to look tent-like. But I’m ready, it’ll be good. Right? I'm not fat, I'm pregnant!
So there it is. If anybody knows where I can buy long maternity jeans, give me a holler. I need at least a 35 ½” inseam, and for real freaking out because I can’t find any that’ll fit my stems. I might have to pull a Juno and have my mom sew an elastic band into my jeans. Just kidding, I’d never ruin my beautiful designer jeans in that manner!!
P.S. I just threw up my blueberry muffin poptarts. DO NOT PARTAKE OF BLUEBERRY POPTARTS while you are pregnant. Gross. And I even had to do it at the public bathroom at work and get my face all close to the toilet and stuff…icky icky. And it was blue. I mean my vomit. Crap. Now I’m hungry again. Suck what should I eat? The vending machines? Take out? Will my boss let me leave to procure food before I turn into Momzilla and eat HIM? The dilemmas, the dilemmas…moan groan lament wail gnash teeth cry. Sigh.