All that I can say is "phew! I'm glad it's almost over!"
Most of the time I haven't felt pregnant or I feel sick. (Lots of being sick).
I'm so blessed to have a husband that feeds the dogs for me (because the smell absolutely makes me gag), he makes the occasional dinner, takes out the trash, and does the dishes! Can we say that I won the lottery with this guy?!
But on a more serious note, I've decided that I'm switching doctors. I've only had one appointment, but I felt uncomfortable from the get-go.
I'm switching to a midwife! This is something that I'm beyond excited about, so excited that I'm going to write an ENTIRE blog post about it. ;)
Here's a little graphic I made for my first trimester.
Of course there had to be more to say on the "first trimester" matter. But really, it all sounds like complaining. I mean am I right?
Have you ever heard a woman say, "Man! This is the best trimester! I feel great! Unicorns! Rainbows!"
Nope? I didn't think so.
There is only one thing I know for sure. I'm getting fatter, and I'm so enjoying this process and the knowledge that comes with it. I can feel my heart swelling for this baby. I feel so connected, like this is exactly what I'm made for... caring for this baby.