So, last time I was pregnant, I was worried that I was going to rupture at this point. I was at a Paul McCartney concert with Mark and Brian Christopher, and I was just waiting for the week to come so we could terminate the pregnancy. I was hoping that the pregnancy didn’t destroy one of my fallopian tubes. It was nerve-wracking and one of the worst experiences I have ever been in. This is different. No bleeding. Stress, but not the same stress. I am EXHAUSTED. I’m sleeping 10-12 hours a night, and I am still need an hour and half nap each day. Food taste different. Nothing really tastes good. Chocolate tastes awful. Again, I say chocolate…one of my favorite foods…tastes awful. It’s heart-breaking. I think I smell different. Darcy has been all over me when I am sitting on the couch. I think she knows I’m different somehow. I’m constipated. I understand that my digestion system is slower because of trying to get nutrients to the baby. I’m starting to really realize and embrace I’m pregnant. Today, I also had a crazy emotional breakdown. I went from being crabby, yelling at Mark for no reason, to crying. I was scared that I wasn’t going to be able to know what to do with the baby. I know emotional ups and downs are all part of this, too…well, they’ve hit. The hope: I’m hoping this all means my sesame seed is doing well. 🙂 Just 245 days left!
