Rant Rant Rant. And pickle juice.

Lately I've realized something. This pregnancy, although very similar to my last pregnancy is so very, very different. Last time, I could hardly even tell that I was pregnant up until about 12-14 weeks. I ate everything in sight, I gained about 7pounds in the 1st trimester and I was a little sleepy in the mid mornings. I was a teensy bit anti-social because my hormones made me feel a little ugly & fat. Oh! and the peeing. EVERY. 20. MINUTES.

Aside from that though, my 1st trimester was pretty easy. Pretty uneventful. This time, however? I'm so tired that I can't keep my eyes from crossing until about noon-ish. My mornings are spent in a hazy toddler-filled fog. After that? I'm super ball of nerves woman. I must keep everything in organized piles! I must snap at everyone if they so much as breathe too loudly! I keep getting nauseous but I never throw up. I want to eat pasta! No, wait, I want chocolate! .... Wait.... I don't want anything! Give me that pickle or I will bite your face! Yesterday I ate an entire King Sized Caramello candy bar and chased it with HALF A JAR of Vlasic Kosher dill spear juice. It was the best snack I've ever had. EVAR.

I keep fixing things for myself to eat and then after about 2 bites I decide that if I even look at it another moment I'm going to vomit. I wish my stomach would make up its stupid mind. Also, my nose! It has become super-sonic nose. I can smell a poopy diaper 40 minutes before it even happens. It is NOT fun walking around thinking you smell poop all the time, people. Not fun at all. Especially when there are 4 possible toddler culprits running around and in order to locate the offender I must sniff butts. Seriously.

I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, I do enjoy being pregnant. I just REALLY hate the first trimester. Like, REALLY BAD PLZKILLMENOWOKTHXBYE.

I can't wait until I hit the 12 week mark. Not only because that's when (at least last time) most of this stupid stuff went away but because I can also stop feeling "just a little bit pregnant" and move on to the "HEY WORLD!!! AH AM PREGNANT!!! OVER HERE!! LOOKIT MAH BELLY!!!!" stage. I was in love with the belly last time around. It was pretty low, but all in front and from the back, you couldn't even tell i was pregnant. Not even in my 3rd trimester. I loved the whole thing. Also, I can't wait to feel this baby move. Nothing is more reassuring than a swift kick to the bladder every now and then, I'm telling you.

So, for now I'm just waiting. Waiting for July when I will finally be 12 weeks. Waiting to find out who this little person is. Waiting for my life to change forever... All over again.