No news is good news

All is quiet on the baby front here. I almost feel not pregnant...almost. Not being able to fit into ones clothes doesn't really help with the feeling of being pregnant because right now I just feel fat. If it weren't for the heartbeat that I just heard recently I would swear it was ok to drink a cocktail and go for a long heart rate increasing bike ride.


But, it's not. I am in the calm before the storm I guess. The rekindle your relationship with your husband after vomiting for 2 months straight and not really paying him much attention stage. The put your laundry away because you just didn't give a rats ass before stage. The clean your house thoroughly because again, you didn't give a rats ass before unless the toilet wasn't clean, stage.

I have stopped getting on the scale, because I know I am gaining weight. I think it's primarily in my boobs...yes I am obsessed. Wouldn't you be if you went from a 34 B to a 34 D? Actually, it's 32 E but they don't make that size. Go figure. I am fascinated. They just keep growing.

Trying to stay active is somewhat challenging because I am so easily winded...they say asthma can get worse with pregnancy and I am short of breath a lot. I also want to just sit on the sofa but I force myself to go for a walk or do yoga or take pilates. Some movement is better than no movement I guess.

After looking around I think I have picked out the nursery bedding. I didn't want anything too pink or too blue and I believe I was successful. Of course, I am keeping that to myself for now. I am finding when pregnant people turn off their personal filters and feel obligated to tell you shit you don't want to hear about everything...I would rather not hear someone tell me they don't like my bedding. I figure if SP and I like it, that's all that matters.

Today I feel: good. We went to the zoo and it's a blue sky day. I threw up in the car, but who is counting?