Movin' On... In a Few Waysmybottlesup
At the “happy pregnant” stage of the game (for me this happens around 13 weeks) the exhaustion is replaced with HOLY SMOKES TONS OF ENERGY, followed by a clear up in the adult acne situation (here! here!), and sleeping comfortably.
There is no waking up because you’re nauseous and the room is spinning, nor is there waking up because you’re so enormous that your appendages have lost blood circulation and you can’t feel your legs.
You’re just plain ol’ happy pregnant. Life is good. You look like you’re housing a human being and not a food baby.
I’m ready to move on to that. To be there. In happy pregnant land.
Please, join me.
Those of you who have not yet experienced your own version of the “happy pregnant,” I offer you my most sincere apologies.
In other news, we moved. My family of 3 (plus dog and growing embryo) is now residing in north Florida and we are settling in quite nicely, I must say. The travel portion of our move went fairly smooth, and it seems that the only hitch now is that we are in our house with none of our belongings except what fit in our car.
Our moving truck won’t arrive until the end of the week or weekend.
So, guess who is sporting their elastic waistband, cotton, black skirt day after day after day?
Yup. Oh, and we are lacking in the washer/dryer department.
(If you’re wondering what that ungodly smell is, chances are it’s me. I’m sorry.)
I had the joy of taking off my pants and spreading my legs for a new obgyn this week, which as you know, is fun for all involved. The practice I have chosen came from a recommendation from a trusted friend, and it dawned on me that the BEST vagina doctors (and perhaps all kinds of doctors) are the ones found via personal recommendations. Major plus is having this doctor’s office 10 minutes from our new home.
Overall, it’s been an exhausting few days, more so of course with the pregnancy that keeps me wiped out on a normal basis. As ready as I am to move on, both literally and figuratively speaking, I will most likely start off with a nap.
So, join me in raising a cold glass of milk (unless that makes you want to puke) to moving towards the “happy pregnant!” We’ll get there… eventually.