"By far the most common craving of pregnant women is not to be pregnant." -Phyllis Diller
I was seriously hoping I could blog once a week, somewhat of a digital diary to torture my kids with, but the reality of having a life kicked in, and well, who cares. I guess breaking promises starts before birth.
Currently I am almost 5 and a half months along, and while everyone assumes you are only pregnant for 9, it's actually 10 months. The good news is once you reach this halfway marker, you physically feel great and you finally start looking pregnant. For a while there I just looked like I returned home from Freshman year of college... chubby and awkard. The "glow" I was sure I wouldn't get, is finally here. My teenage acne has subsided, my hair has gotten thicker, and my nails look amazing. In addition to the self-regulating mini spa I am now operating, the most exciting experience in pregnancy that happens around this time is being able to feel your baby move around. The first time I felt our little girl was when I was laying in bed with my dogs and husband, hands glued to my belly like always, and I felt a swift and distict little kick. A few minutes later, it happened again, and for the last 2 weeks all DAMN day. The overall sensation of feeling your kid is very alien-esque, but very sweet.
While things are going well phsically, it is the mental part that is somewhat kicking my ass right now. I have always been a quick whitted person, sharp as a tack, and faster than a switch blade. For some reason, (I blame the hormones) and I am losing that abilty, although I am not short on insults or crude jokes. (Thank gawd! Who would I be if that happened?) Instantaneously I have become my parents... stammering over actors names I can't recall, re-telling stories a hundred times, mixing up words, forgetting where I put things, stuttering, not being able tp put together a coherant sentance, and all around just feeling like Rain Man. I can only hope for my own personal sake this isn't permanent.
Another 5 months of this should be interesting to say the least. Pray for me.
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