Grumpily pregnant...
I don't mean to sound like I'm not happy to be pregnant... I am, I am, I really really am! It's pretty amazing to go from an entire lifetime of trying EVERYTHING you can think of to Not. Get. Pregnant., to saying HEY, let's have a baby, to saying, "Whoa, I am pregnant!" I am very very happy about it. When I'm not queasy, falling asleep on the couch, feeling like an utterly useless lump, or moping around constipated. (I've named the lil' guy "Baby ButtCork," for his/her effect on my body.)
On a kind of related note, how is it that my digestion is all slowwwwww (causing constipation and allowing babykins to suck out every last mineral from my food), and I am hungry EVERY HOUR on the HOUR! How's that work again? It seems kind of contradictory to me.
But the main thing bugging me is the exhaustion... and honestly, I am kind of depressed. I do love my Charlie beyond all comprehension, but I need some FRIENDS to chat up... and all my girlfriends live out-of-state and cannot just get together for coffee (or not-coffee in my case) and chats. Plus I need to get out of the house more, I am seriously feeling like a zombie in here! See??? Depressing!
But really, I am happy! Really, truly I am!!!!!!
Maybe it's just the Jew in me. My Dad *always* needed something to complain about, and maybe I am just that way too. In fact, I know I am.
Almost 8 weeks along now... :)