To add a little silliness to my experiences with you kiddo, I’ve decided to tell you abut something of the things going on with my body since you have taken residence. As I’ve said before you are a bit of a surprise, and I’m still trying to believe you’re real. But I do have some major symptoms that at least prove that I’m different.

I’ve had almost all of these before…but never all at once.

And I was telling your Grammy (Grammie? Mom…what do you prefer) about them the other day and asking her why in the world no one told me about all this. She said that if everyone knew they wouldn’t keep doing it….having babies, that is.

But to rally with my new best friend, Jenny McCarthy-the author of “Belly Laughs”, it’s time the truth be told.

First thing I noticed was I was having a hard time pooping. Yup. It’s true. It hasn’t gotten any easier either and I’m sorry for that. I’m sure you are rather uncomfy in there having to share space with my bowls but darling…if you would just move a smidgen so it could not be such a bother, I’d appreciate it. I realize this is a lot to ask and will never happen until…well…at least until 5 months from now when you aren’t in there anymore. But I’m sure there will be other parts of that process that dissuade me from using the loo.

Second I noticed that all I wanted to do was sleep. Normally this would be mildly inconvenient but easy to accommodate. But because my job requires me to be up at 3 am several times a week…well I went from mildly exhausted to 100% exhausted 100% of the time.  Thanks to your ever growing self and us moving in to our second trimester this has regressed a bit and I can actually stay up until 10pm with out falling over in the middle of something important because my eye lids feel like they are 100 lbs.

About three weeks ago one of my favorite’s came crashing into my life…the pimples. Child, I promise you, you’ll know what I feel when you turn 13. So laugh now little buddy while you’re comfy and I can’t get to you, but when you are wanting to try every acne treatment available just remember, as a pregnant mommy I don’t have as many options and I can’t control it. So if you laugh at a pictures of me when you’re older…well, you’ll regret it.

Um…there is one more…but other pregnant women know what it is…it might not be appropriate on here….because it has to do with lady parts. But we can relate when we all get together

One thing I’ll give you kiddo. My, well, my “chest area” (feel free to use your own hand quotation marks) has become well endowed. I tell you what. I was about a 34B and I’m currently moving right on into 36C’s. Heck ya! Hubby likes it too, but when he reads this he’s going to be rather red in the face and mad that I said it, but you know you understand what I’m saying.

Hmmm. I think I’ll have to ponder this a bit and then come back to it because I know there are more symptoms but I can’t think of them.

Anyways. Baby.

You drive me crazy.

In a good way.

Love you kiddo,

Momma