I'm sure you've gathered that the luvman and I have not broken up, but rather are on a totally new level of jokes. Back when I was about 6 weeks knocked up, we went to our first ultrasound appointment and got the much need reassurance that the luvbaby is not in the wrong part of my innards, like you know, sittin in the tubes or something. We also saw a little heartbeat and found out that the little one is a whopping 1.2 centimeters long! "It" also had a little yolk sac attached to it. What the luvman calls, the yolksac backpack where it keeps all the hot dogs. Ha ha. If you thought that was funny.
Everyday since then has been about wise-cracks and jokes about me boozin' it up, going horse-back riding, or if I can't eat, say raw tuna or something, we'd raise our hands up in the air and exclaim, "why, what's soooo different now?" and, "why am I so tired, whatever can be wrong with me?". Also, since we've decided not to say anything to our friends and family yet (sort of) its been fun having our little secret, and exchanging sly looks when I don't partake in any alcohol when we go out with people. He says he's going to gain weight along with me, which only makes me NOT want to gain anything more than the baby/placenta/boobs allowance of 25-30 lbs! Now that I'm actually 10 weeks along, I've gone back to a bit of exercising, more on that later...
Some ladies are gonna hate me, but honestly, ever since I found out the truth (that I wasn't PMS'ing for 2 months) I've felt, well terrific. No nausea, no morning sickness, no weird cravings. Between 5-8 weeks I was tired and sleepy, but we were also having a horrible heat wave. I had bizarre allergy attacks, but it was early summer. I was a raving lunatic but, well I thought I was PMS'ing. Now, I feel actually kinda sexy, glorious...earthly. Maybe being knocked up agrees with me. Yeah no kidding.
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