10 weeks today

On Monday, I noticed a change. I didn't feel so tired; I didn't need a nap as long as I was in bed by about 10:30 p.m. I even made it to the Y last night for 20 min. on the elliptical (only stopped because I was hungry, and hadn't exercised in about three weeks and didn't want to overdo it!).

However, my face is still Pimple City and I have to wash my hair every day.

Other than that... it has continued to be uneventful. And now that the embryo is now a fetus... it's more exciting... that is I've allowed myself to feel a little more excited... not so worried about what *might happen*.

I got a ticker!

Working on Week 9

So this is what it looks like to be five months pregnant. At just over 8 weeks. Wow.

One of my co-workers who knows that I'm pregnant said that yeah, she noticed yesterday that I was looking bloated. How other people haven't noticed (or are just keeping their opinions to themselves) is beyond me. I mean, I don't even know whose body I have anymore. It's certainly not mine. This is not my stomach and these are certainly not my breasts and as for where that fat on my hip bones came from, perhaps only God and Drs. Kinsey and Spock know.

Week 8

Tomorrow I will be eight weeks pregnant with my first child. I've enjoyed other blogs I've read about pregnancy, so I thought I'd through my own hat into the ring. I figured eight weeks is about the right time to do it.

So why the title of this page? Because I seriously don't FEEL like someone's mom. I wear rock t-shirts, I wear Vans, I get stressed out with responsibility. Plus my plants are dying both inside and outside the house. I'll chalk that one up to my daily schedule:

6 a.m. Drag self out of bed.
7 a.m. Count pimples, apply cream.
8 a.m. Arrive late to work.
8:15 a.m. - 12 p.m. Work.
12 p.m. - 12:20 p.m. Sleep in my small office. Drool a little.
12:20 p.m. - 12:30 p.m. Quick lunch.
12:30 p.m. - 3 p.m. Count hours to freedom (a.k.a. "work").
3 p.m. - 5 p.m. Physical therapy, meetings, store, whatever.
5 p.m. - 7 p.m. Sleep.
7 p.m. - 7:15 p.m. Think about working out.
7:15 p.m. - 8 p.m. Exercise at the Y.
8 p.m. - 10 p.m. Fix dinner, eat dinner, eat snack, watch TV.
10 p.m. - 5 a.m. Hopefully I am unconscious between these times.
5 a.m. - ? Pee break!
? - 6 a.m. Loathing the impending alarm.

This schedule clearly illustrates why the house looks a mess and the plants are dying. Didn't imagine I'd spend this much time sleeping!

Speaking of which... it's nearly lunchtime, which means my noontime nap.

All this... and I'm keeping it secret from work. Wow. I wonder how much longer I can pull off the "I think I'm fighting off a cold" excuse.