— Vomiting is now down to about 1/week. I have to eat very slowly and not much at a time, and not with fluids. Otherwise, upchuck.
— Pre-natal vitamins may have been manufactured by a man.
— All day nausea is mostly gone. Just comes in waves. Interesting tidbit: it is grammatically incorrect to say ‘I’m nauseous.’ You should say, ‘I’m nauseated.’ The thing that causes you to be nauseated is nauseous (e.g., that smell of broccoli that my insensitive co-worker is microwaving is nauseous). So, now, I’m speaking grammatically correctly when I have to politely excuse myself in a meeting to experience my nauseation.
— I’m apparently not supposed to lie/sleep on my back anymore. I’m supposed to lie on my side to prevent pressure of the uterus on a major vein that could prevent blood flow to my heart. Great.
— My friend referred to my little pooch as “Britney with a beer belly.”
— I fell asleep on NYE at 8 p.m. Normally, I’m out by 7:30.
— I can only wear sports bras now.
— I just learned that after birth, my hair starts falling out. Wonderful.
— I’m not convinced I’ve felt any baby movement. I think it’s gas.
— I’m extremely emotional. I cry frequently. Often, for no good reason.
— I’m grateful and in awe every single day of the miracle work God is doing in me. I hoped, but often doubted, whether I’d ever get to experience pregnancy. Our God is so great, so good, so majestic, so faithful. Satan can’t keep God from blessing His children; so he tries to keep God’s children from enjoying the blessings. Not me! I praise God every day for this precious baby that I have to trust He is continuing to grow in me. So spit on you, Satan!
— My son refers to his unborn brother/sister as an “owie”. He points to my stomach and says, “owie.” Because it is what makes Mommy have to lie down and not play basketball with him.