So today marks the beginning of my 2nd trimester. I am STILL sick, but I'm a little less of a pukey-faced zombie these days.
I'm still not showing, which is both normal and slightly disappointing. I believe, though, that in the long run I'll be glad to have room to grow. If I was already big with 26 weeks to go, that could be a problem. According to the internet, my fundus (ha! science knowledge!) is rising, so I should be popping out in a few weeks.
In other news, pregnancy makes you burp, fart, and snore. That's about all I have to say about that.
I have started to crochet a baby blanket for my little lemon (that's what size it is this week.). We have decided that we want to find out the sex of the baby if we can. I would like to stop calling it "Tadpole," "Buddy," and "Fruit of the Week," but most of all I would like to stop calling it "It." For now, though, I have chosen the cliche green and yellow for the blanket I'm making. Making a baby blanket is supposed to make me more excited about the little chap. I've been so sick that I haven't had room in my head for thrills and joy, which has made me feel more than a little bit guilty. I'm trying to get in the parenting, mothering, nesting mood, with little success. I even looked online at nursery bedding, but it is all so expensive and extravagant and cutesy that I was more overwhelmed than excited.
I have finally found a mid-wife facility, so I'm gonna make an appointment and start getting professional help on this stuff. I'm finally at the point where, if something went wrong, a professional would actually be able to do something, so it's time to visit the pros. I'll update once I get the ultrasound and medical advice :-)
