First off, check out my shiny new icon.
Second, apologies up front for the Pregnancy Journal status this site is inevitably going to acquire.
If you’re not interested, feel free to de-friend and check back in 9 months or so.
Of course then it’ll no doubt morph into a HolyshitwhatthehellamIsupposedtodowiththisscreaminginfant Journal, so maybe you should check back in about 25 years.
So this whole pregnant thing (feeling pregnant vs. being pregnant) pretty much sucks.
Look in any book under symptoms and I’ve got them all.
Nausea (‘morning’ my arse)
Acne (I have pimples so large that I’m half convinced Fetus Roberge will be making her appearance through one of them)
Fatigue (How do women without a flexible work schedule do it?)
Food aversions (I’m currently on the club soda and citrus diet)
Odour aversions (the whole vegetarian thing is actually coming in handy on this point)
Breast sensitivity (for the love of God, don’t touch me)
I’ve been told this is all quite normal and even ‘a good sign’, but I’ve always been a bit of a baby when it comes to illness.
As for BEING pregnant, I’m pretty pleased.
Surprised, freaked out, terrified beyond description, but pleased.
See, Husband and I threw caution to the wind several years ago, so, I had pretty much resigned myself to being ‘broken’.
Husband is, naturally, over the moon.
It makes me want to punch him.
I am, apparently, an angry broodmare.