It’s amazing how a week of vacation will take you from looking like you hit the Golden Corral buffet a little too hard to legit pregnant. Bam. Just like that.
I definitely prefer this – while I’m still at the stage where a stranger might think twice about asking if I was preggo lest they stick their foot in their mouth (even though someone *did* do this to me at EIGHT weeks) – I am definitely feeling more comfortable in this version of my pregnant body than the first not-pregnant but not-normal couple months.
I’ve also been fortunate enough to feel really, really good the majority of this pregnancy so far. I had a few days early on with some sickness and the infamous fatigue of the first trimester was annoying, but I really have so very little to complain about so far. The first few months I didn’t have much of an appetite – nothing made me sick, but nothing sounded good either. (Except for Kraft Macaroni and Cheese and Chick-Fil-A chicken nuggets. I am quite sorry, Baby Cline, for you did not start your life off with an all organic, non processed food diet. I hope you like cheese-powdered foods as much I do.) That’s gone away as well now, and I unfortunately no longer have a great excuse for skipping the entire produce section on my grocery trip. I’ve been able to keep doing Body Pump and Dance Trance, which I think has actually kept me feeling really good.
I should probably stop talking now before I tempt the fates or piss off my friends who did not have such easy first trimesters.
It took me well past 12 weeks to really and truly believe that I was pregnant, so it’s kind of bizarre to think that in another month, I’ll actually be at the halfway point!