It’s all worth it, it’s all worth it….my new mantra.

So far, my pants are cutting off my circulation, I hate fish, and I want to fall face first into my keyboard.  I have already gained 2 pounds (if you’re thinking about getting on to me for worrying about this, you can stop reading now).  At this rate, we’re looking at 70 pounds…and that does not account for the rapid gain at the end.  From what I have read, 2-5 pounds in the first trimester will suffice.  Yeah, I’m only halfway through that and already at the bottom of that scale.  argh  No, I’m not going to deprive our baby of what it needs, but I’m pretty sure that it doesn’t need extra 5-layer bars and pumpkin cake (although they are mighty tasty).  ;) 

Salmon is officially off my list.  yuck  Eggs and I have a love/hate relationship…depends on the day.  And I love all of the advice about exercise.  How the heck am I suppose to exercise when I can hardly hold my head up?  I was planning to get up and run tomorrow morning, but I hear it’s going to storm.  (I hate it when that happens.)  I’ll do my requisite run on Saturday though.  Every little bit helps.  ;)

And what’s the deal with sleeping?  I’m already exhausted.  Making a baby is hard work.  But then, I can’t sleep.  Oh, I have no problem going to sleep.  It’s staying asleep that isn’t working.  I wake up all tangled in the sheets.  Poor Johnathan is happy to keep one corner of the comforter at this point.  I toss and turn, and my arm lands on unmentionables that are very painful at the moment, which jolts me from my slumber.  Then, I have to go to the bathroom.  Then, that flippin’ alarm goes off…again and again.  The snooze is not long enough.

We went to a bonfire on Saturday.  Johnathan and Kylie loved it.  Me, not so much.  The company was great, but I stayed in the house the entire time.  The smoke smell was way too much for me to handle.  They were both wearing wool coats (yeah, soaks it up real nice).  Not to mention Kylie’s hair, while very beautiful, is very porous.  On the way home, their jackets rode in the trunk.  My family is lucky that it’s illegal to put people in there (although I remember a time when my MeeMaw made me and my cousin, Keisha, do that…but that’s another story).  Their coats are still hanging in the garage.  They love me.

But there is a light at the end of the tunnel.  I hear that the 2nd trimester rocks.  I get 3 good months out of this deal…and a little miracle from God.  I guess I can take it.