8 weeks ago we found out we were expecting our bundle of joy. Fast forward to today and it feels like yesterday. I'm not sick anymore (well, with the exception of opening up our dog's treat bag and gagging because the smell overwhelms me), I'm just really tired. I'm trying desperately to set up an ultrasound for when my hubby comes home, since he's missed the first two. I hope they'll let us.
How far along? 12 weeks!
Maternity clothes? I have my capris, but I need to get some more. Clothes just aren't fitting very well. I've become best friends with zip up hoodies and jackets. Trying to hid the fatness.
Stretch marks? More and more each day.
Sleep? It depends. I slept like a rock last night. I slept like shit the night before. No rhyme or reason to the sleep patterns, it seems.
Best moment this week? Making 12 weeks today!
Miss anything? Coke.
Movement? Nope.
Food cravings? Salads.
Anything making you queasy or sick? The smell of dog treats, blech!
Have you started to show yet? I think so...
Gender? Still thinking boy...
Labour Signs? Nooooooooooooo.
Belly Button in or out? In.
Wedding rings on or off? On.
Happy or Moody most of the time? I'm becoming less of a bitch, but it's still there.
Looking forward to going into labor? No. Not after watching this totally horrible documentary called "The Business of Birth." Want to scare yourself? Watch that. It's awful.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
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