Oh right, what I'm doing.
I've been pregnant for like, a second, and I've already gained back 3 of the pounds I worked so hard to lose over the last month. That makes me feel A) sad and B) selfish because I feel like that shouldn't even be entering my mind. I should just be happy to be pregnant. Period.
The hungry mungries have started already though. I have to eat every 3 hours or I get nauseous. Unfortunately I am not liking much food lately. Watermelon's pretty good most of the time. So are Andes Mints. Aaaand that's about it. Yup, well-balanced meals over here at Chickin's house!
I am also back to my favorite thing of being awake from 3-5am trying not to puke. I am SO hoping my "morning" sickness isn't going to be as bad as last time but it's not looking good so far. I've distributed the puke buckets around my house and one in my car already in preparation.
This all feels like deja vu (only with omnipresent sadness and a healthy dose of fear). I hope that will let up as time goes by.
I feel like the past couple weeks have moved in slow motion. How am I still not even 6weeks PG yet? I'm looking forward to my U/S next Tuesday. Hopefully there's only one baby in there and s/he's looking good. I'm hoping to hear the heartbeat at that point. Maybe it will make it feel more real.
I'm going out on a limb and predicting that this baby is going to be a girl. I don't know why. Before we even got PG I thought the next one would be a girl. Something with rainbows feeling girly and also the fact that I thought Petey was a boy. A girl just feels right this time. Also, I am craving sugary things so far and when PG with Petey I had no interest whatsoever in sweets.
Hey, 50/50 shot!