I'm nearly to the end of my first trimester. Thank goodness.
The past week has taken with it most of my nausea (though some food aversions still remain) and has given me a little bit more energy. I actually come out of Hank's room in the evening and can type out a blog instead of just diving headfirst into bed. Hence all of the blogging lately. It's funny, my energy comes in spurts at random times and gives me random urges. Like the other day, Hank was napping and I was hanging with Johnny when I got the itch to make a yarn wreath (here's an example of what I'm talking about). So grabbed one of the wreath forms I got on clearance online a few months ago and some yarn and bam! Knocked out a yarn wreath. And then the energy was gone. So weird.
I still wouldn't say I have all of my energy back, though. Of course, that might be because I've been keeping up with my boys during the day, which is enough to tire anyone out, right? Especially since they were both up at 4:45am today. Urg. Talk about a long day.
I was actually considering taking a belly picture today... and then decided against it because I just look like I've been chowing down on donuts. Seriously, my body is so practiced at this pregnancy thing that it got the memo that it was pregnant and my abdominals just disappeared. Hopefully the rest of my body is just as awesome and will just pop this baby out in 28 weeks. You hear that, uterus?! Have a consult with my abdominal muscles, STAT!
And that's really all. Not much else to report. Except for getting kinda depressed after reading this article: Three is the most stressful number of kids. Hopefully John doesn't read this thing any more or he'll be pushing for a fourth one soon...