I wasn't going to post this and I'm going to be honest, it's for very shallow reasons. I don't like the way I look here. I made my husband take a gazillion photos before his patience wore thin and my hormones brought on tears.
Perhaps I shouldn't have started taking pictures at just 10 weeks because rather than look pregnant, I look as if I indulged a little too much at dinner. But then again with this being my last pregnancy, I want to be sure I document it every step of the way.
So I'm putting on my big girl pants (no pun intended), swallowing my pride and will try to embrace this process for the miracle that it is - no matter how insecure I am about my pregnant body.
The good news is that the stomach bug seemed to dissipate the week of Christmas, so I was able to halfway enjoy myself over the holiday. The bad news is that it came back with a vengeance just in time for our 16 hour drive to Florida with my parents. I spent that entire trip with my head in a Ziploc bag (they would have stopped for me, but I just wanted to get there already). I was a little queasy and pukey while in Florida, but was still able to have a good time.
The most frustrating thing for me this time around has been my lack of appetite. Basically if I start to think about eating, I have to suppress the urge to vomit. Nothing sounds good. Nothing tastes good. And for someone who truly enjoys eating, this has been a very new and annoying thing for me. Even Sour Patch Kids - which I consumed in large quantities while pregnant with both of the boys - just don't sound that good to me. Strange!
The most frustrating thing for Ricky this time around would most likely be the fact that I've had ZERO desire or motivation to lift a finger around the house. It takes everything in me to make it through the day without dosing off. Clean the kitchen? Vacuum? Laundry? Well that's at the very bottom of my priority list and my house definitely reflects it.
I'm looking forward to feeling a bit better and to getting my energy back (hopefully in the next few weeks). Sometimes it still feels like a dream that this is really happening again. Despite the way I feel, I am beyond excited to add to our family!