Supposedly the size of an artichoke and the length of a small banana, the human I’m growing is turning my insides into what is probably a horrible tasting vegetable fruit salad my dog certainly won’t like.
Hopefully, he likes the human. (The husband was holding a treat above my head.)
Today, I’m 20 weeks, which is half-baked if you were curious.
Why did I wait so long to share my news? I did tell everyone I know — Facebook — at 13 weeks, but why wait until 20 to start blogging about pregnancy? I mean… just the food alone could keep me busy for weeks. Why, why, why have I missed out on so much?!
Well, nausea, for one.
Lots and lots and lots of nausea. Just constant nausea.
Number 2: Exhaustion.
Do you have any idea how physically exhausting and mentally draining the first trimester of pregnancy is? Making a human is legit hard.
I was monstrously tired. Too tired to cook, to move, to do… I slept often.
BUT only when I wasn’t getting up to pee every seven minutes — not a third trimester-only symptom.
AND when I wasn’t waking up at 3 a.m. like clockwork for no reason.
So, yeah, I missed out on a lot of good writing opportunities.
…but I’m makin’ a human so I give myself a break.