03-1-2009 - old pregnancy blog:)

My mood while writing this blog: Ok

Really, this was only ...2 weeks old. But, I'm sharing it anyways.

I've decided i'm going to make a blog of my pregnancy...because it's absolutely amazing to me, and the scariest thing i've ever gone through at the same time. It didn't really hit me that I was pregnant until a week ago. I went through the ultra sound, heard the heartbeat but it didn't ACTUALLY hit me that there was something growing inside of me (which is one of the scary/disconcerning things about it for me) until I put on my favorite pair of jeans and realized that they were to the point where they were tight enough to make me very uncomfortable, and in return I had a panic moment. My mother did this wonderful thing and took me to Erie to look at maternity clothes...MATERNITY clothes...maternity clothes...jesus. I looked at them in shock, while she tried to tell me that I was in my 2nd trimester and it happens. I guess I thought if I was afraid of the belly enough it would just never come. Well, it's slowly but surely coming-it doesn't feel like a pregnancy cute belly though, it feels like a "i've eaten too many bagels, and breakfast sandwhiches belly" (which is very very true...) I don't think I've had much protein at all actually, it's all cereal, bagels, sandwhiches, it's my comfort and feelin' good food. So, I'm 13 weeks and 2 days, and it seems like just yesterday I took my pregnancy test and was in complete shock when both lines came up, which is probably why I took 3 more tests. The oddest thing so far is that I sneeze up to 10 times a day...especially when i'm hungry, and my hormones are off the wall. On the way to dinner I called my mother to tell her how fat I was feeling (which has been the problem of the last two days..) and I started to cry and laugh at the same time....uncontrollably, hysterical. I've also become absolutely fed up with lazy people, mostly at work, even though when i get home all I do is lay on the couch and watch tv...I barely do laundry, and I dread bringing dishes to the dish washer...This has only been within the last week, thank god. But the fat thing...that's all I can think about...not even my sweats feel the same, I go to sleep uncomfortable with myself, and wake up the same way. Ahh, my bitch fest is done.

Point is...my boobs are huge, my belly is GOING to get huge, and I think i'm driving my boyfriend off the walls. Wish me luck...