This week went by really, really fast.  So fast I almost don’t even remember what happened during it.  It’s like at one moment I was all, “Woo hoo!  I’m 13 weeks pregnant!”  Then the next I was staring down Friday and wondering how to write a post about a week I barely even remember.  What I can tell you is that this?  This right here?  Is the official last day of the first trimester for me.  I gave Squishy a gentle high-five this morning to commiserate.

As of tomorrow, I will be starting down the idyllic road of the second trimester.  The promised land, really, wherein I will look pregnant more than fat, and feel mobile and energetic.  Honestly, I think I got off kind of easy the first trimester.  Yes, I was nauseous and exhausted, but I was never sick enough to vomit on a regular basis and I was capable of getting through work each day even though all I wanted to do was sleep.  So not fun, but definitely could have been worse.

I’m a giant belly-pic-taking failure, though.  I have not gotten a single picture of my tummy yet.  I mean, while I would love to have a photo of my ever-expanding pudge, I’m extremely shy about exposing skin.  I haven’t worn a bikini since early childhood and my stomach is, at this point, so pale as to be dangerous if exposed to human corneas.  Also, I’m not a huge fan of posing for pictures and get really awkward, so there’s that too.

I will take one eventually, I’m just working on my courage.  Without vodka, it takes a little more work than it used to.

Trust me though, things are happening in there.  Wes was looking at my tummy the other day and remarked that it really does look like I’m starting to show.  Also, the skin on my tummy is starting to get a little more firm, like there’s something in there.  Something baby-ish.  I can’t stop touching it because there’s just something weird about something you’re used to feeling a certain way changing on your own body.  I don’t even know myself anymore!

One thing that’s giving me trouble right now is my appetite.  I’m starving all the time all of a sudden, and my meager pre-baby diet is no longer cutting the mustard.  I’m trying hard not to overeat, but it’s very difficult not to when you’re hungry constantly.  At least the only craving I had this week was for KFC’s popcorn chicken.  I know, the baby’s a traitor, craving something from the chicken merchants of despair and all.  I didn’t give into the craving though.  This baby may be running my life, but I will not give KFC the satisfaction of winning.  It’s important to me to teach Squishy principles, and that it’s perfectly acceptable to hold a grudge against a company for something that happened months ago.

I started doing research this week on where I want to have this baby.  We’re deliberating between having Squishy at a hospital or a birth center, but more to come on that later.  I did start researching it though, and I gotta say that looking into my options made me really excited.  There’s something about making plans that really helps make things feel real.  We have a couple consultations scheduled for the coming weeks, so more to come on that later.

Oooh, a teaser!  Whoever would have thought a sober, tired lady could be so provocative, eh?  Now I need a nap.