Holy Poop! It's Friday? Are you sure?? I've spent most of the week in one of two places...curled up in bed, or kneeling over the toilet. And despite the fact that I hit the magical three month mark of this pregnancy this week, I am sad to say that I feel no better.
I've been telling Matt that maybe, just maybe, I actually have come down with the much dreaded SWINE FLU. He kindly takes me by the shoulders, shakes me violently, and says "Bekah, shut up. You have morning sickness, deal."
I guess I kind of expected some magical healing moment when I would suddenly look at the world around me and break into song. Birds would flock to me and land on my arms and I would suddenly begin to be able to carry a tune (which, in case you were wondering, no I still can't). I am sad to report there are no birds on my arms, no song in my heart...but there is nausea. Oh yes, there is nausea my friends.
HOWEVER on the brighter, less vomity, side of things, I mentally am in a much better place. I feel much more secure about the health of the baby. Don't get me wrong, there are about a million things I am still worried about, but there is a new found sense of peace in my heart about the baby.
And just for fun...here is a belly picture comparison. And before someone jumps down my throat and says 'that's not a baby belly...it's too early to be the baby!" I know. Maybe you are right...but I'm still kind of amazed that there is any change at all. And yes, I know, you would never be able to tell just passing me on the street, but I CAN TELL. The thickening of the waist has begun!! (I never thought I would be happy to say that).
1. No I am not pushing it out.
2. I have actually lost three pounds between the first picture and the second picture.
3. I was painting that day...that is why my sweatshirt looks FILTHY in the first picture!
4. Happy Friday!