The good news is I haven't gained any weight; the bad news is that I haven't lost any either. (I lost 10+ lbs in the first trimester with Kyri giving me a nice overall gain that kept me healthy but not huge. I was HUGE with Ben.)
Food is not good but not eating makes me feel worse so I keep eating. Eating less with Kyri didn't seem to affect me so I cut back on food in the first trimester.
I crave watermelon and potatoes (mashed, potato salad). Fruit is good. Amazingly, ice cream is BAD. (And there have been two half gallons in our freezer for nearly two months to prove it.)
Today I was worrying about how my weight has already re-distributed making me feel huge. My pants are loose and my stomach is giant. Then I read a blog post from my pregnancy with Kyri where the midwife checked me at week 13 and wondered about twins because I carried her so high in the beginning. AH. Must be just a weird thing I do. Because there is no way I have a lime-sized baby where the pictures show I should have it. It is much higher.
This pregnancy has felt far harder on me than the previous two. But then I tend to be a whiner. Mike agrees that I'm sicker than I was with Kyri but we're both a little fuzzy on Ben. I know I was really sick and tired with him and usually in bed by 7:30pm every night and I remember some long days at the office. I also remember the magic day at week 16 when I woke up feeling like myself again. I'm counting on that happening sometime in the next 3-4 weeks. And then I have some serious dusting to do.
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