Yet...a few months and 15 lbs later, I'm thinking "I so could do this again" and "Time is hauling some major booty and racing by!" In no time, I'll be holding my little girlie.
But man oh man, I'm SO thankful that the whole sickness part did pass. Ick. The older girls got so used to me throwing up that it didn't even phase them after a while. I mean, yeah, they were still concerned and empathetic and all but not freaked out like they were in the beginning.
I'd come out of the bathroom and they'd say "Did you spit up again?" like it was nothing at all. *laughing* In fact, the other night, I got sick out of the blue and Charis said, "You haven't done that in a while, huh?" My little girls miss nothing. I love that about them.
Though, I have to say, it does make it hard to get away with eating chocolate 13 waking hours a day. Which obviously I can't let THEM do and be the health-fanatic mother, can I? Because here I sit eating off the last of the honkin' huge chocolate bar my mom brought back from London.
Don't get me wrong, I'm NOT hungry. At all. But there's just this innate need for the hand to mouth movement to happen. Over and over and over. And what fun would that action be without a fist full of fat? I mean, really!?
When a bunch of guys were over here the other night and dessert was served, I didn't have any. It was one of those RARE moments of "Nah, just don't want any right now." They were all like, "But you're pregnant! Can't you eat whatever you want?" "You have your entire life to work it off."
I was like "People! Please, this is a rare moment of self-control and lack of pregnancy craving, allow me to revel in it."
But normally, I'm popping chocolate like it's my dying breath, as it's a constant craving right now. So obviously, I'm not worried too worried about it. Maybe tomorrow I'll actually put our weights and treadmill to use? No wait. We have a party. So Sunday maybe? Well, that's supposed to be a day of rest. Wouldn't wait to break the Sabbath now, would I? :)
But one thing that I truly love about this stage of pregnancy is that when I wear fitted clothes, people know that I'm pregnant instead of just "bigger".
Yet I'm still able to sleep on my stomach...which is my preferred position. I truly hate when that is no longer an option, as I can't sleep well on my back. So right now, with looking pregnant and sleeping well at night, I have the best of both worlds.
Anyway...that's the Preggo Update.
