I haven't reported much news about Wee Webster Version 2.0, because up to this point, it's been the standard first trimester. I've felt green, gaggy (but no vomitus eruptus this time around), and very very very tired. Useless, actually. The morning sickness is more of an all day long thing, but it's not that bad. I feel really gross around 4 p.m. and that lasts most of the afternoon/evening when I'm supposed to be enjoying my Sophie time. My stomach starts feeling better around 8 p.m., but by then I'm on the couch and not likely to rise until after 10 p.m. when I wake up, ask Frank who the killer was on Law and Order (I usually peg it during the first ten minutes, but I like to verify), and stumble off to bed. I feel like I started showing the day I found out I was pregnant (or maybe I'd just been holding my breath since giving birth to Sophie, and now I let it all hang out). I'm DEFINITELY showing now -- especially in the evenings. The biggest news is that this week starts the SECOND trimester! Any day now, I should be experiencing less gagging, fewer headaches, and my fingers are crossed that my green skin will start to glow.
I had a doctor's appt. yesterday and finally met my new OB. (She was delivering a baby during my first visit, so I saw someone else.) We listened to the heartbeat and I gave four little vials of blood. That's about it -- everthing is moving along the way it should. The Wee Webster is about the size of a lemon (so why is the bump the size of a cantelope?!) and moving around quite a bit. I lost 3 pounds in the first month, but now I'm up 5 pounds. I'm gonna count that as a 2 pound gain, and y'all can just play along with me and NOT ask me if I'm having twins.
Sophie is getting more excited, I think. The other night, I was sitting in her rocking chair (feeling tired and useless) while she was getting ready for bed. My stomach was flip flopping around so I told Frank to tell the baby to settle. He put his mouth next to my belly and said: "Chillax, kid. Your Mommy and Daddy and Sophie love you. Take a nap." Then Sophie came over, put her mouth next to my belly, and yelled, "Relax! You got a big sister!"
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Oh, how I remember that feeling. Even 10, wow, almost 11, which I guess is really 12, years ago. The green and gaggy and sooooo tired. We are around if you need anything. Please ask. We love you guys, ya know.
Love,
The not far down the street... Adamsons
Now why is it we look more pregnant at the end of the day? Me, too!
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