I’m eight weeks pregnant today. And I’m grumpy… We went out with friends last night (late into the night), and I’m still exhausted. K thinks it’s allergies, and I’m sure he’s right – but man-oh-man, I don’t feel good and I’m grumpy.
Baby K is apparently the size of a gummy bear (or chickpea, but I think a gummy bear is probably a cuter example. However, that doesn’t explain my current craving for gummy bears (ewww, I know).
So far, this whole pregnancy thing isn’t too bad. I’m not throwing up. Believe me, I know how lucky I am. There’s a persistent queasy feeling, but that’s it. I’m sleeping well, and until Thursday last week, hadn’t really felt that fatigued. I was worried about that – sleep is one of my biggest defenses against crazy. I’m not sure if this makes sense, but I think the fatigue is helping keeping me tethered to the ground.
Thursday, I left work at 6 PM and thought I’d take a quick nap. I slept through the night. All of a sudden, color me tired. I also feel like taking three showers a day. I have absolutely no idea what that’s about.
And that’s about it for the end of Week Seven. Here’s hoping all this good luck continues…