So you were right, are you happy now?

When I was pregnant with henry, people would ask if i was sick i would say, "Not really." and then they would say, "oh, next time you will be really sick" or I was not showing for a long time and they would say, "oh, the next pregnancy you will get bigger faster." i sometimes felt like people secretly wanted my pregnancy to be miserable. it wasnt, I loved it i wanted to have a million kids, so i could be pregnant a million times.

WELL PEOPLE YOU GOT YOUR WISH! i have been trying really hard to wish myself into feeling good these past 7-8 weeks of nausiation (yes, I made up that word) and constipation and hemorrhoids and being sick and back hurting. i know some people have it a lot worse, but for me this has not been a pleasant time. it is all worth it, i know and i would do these weeks over again if i had to, but I sure hope this ends when my first trimester is over...TWO WEEKS TO GO. PLEASE GO QUICKLY!

freedom

Okay, little unknown secret about me and pregnancy. I LOVE maternity pants. I am sorry to all you out there who despise them, but I embrace them. It is utter FREEDOM to have that elastic waist band giving me room and support. AND above all else, who wants to mess with buckles and buttons when you are going to the bathroom a hundred times a day.

Next question please? Am i currently wearing them? Oh ya. At 7 weeks you say and I say yes, yes, yes. I may not be showing, but my butt is growing. And have I mentioned I love them. I so love them.

welcome back maternity clothes welcome back

exhaustion

i am so bone tired tonight. giving henry a bath takes every drip of patience i have. ryan is out of town and i am at my moms. they are at a funeral. so i am alone. we watch dory and nemo for the umpteenth time this week, mainly so i can breathe. i am exhausted because i am growing a person. a 4th to our 3. i am excited and exhausted. we pray. i sit and type even though my body is asleep, my mind races.

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