In the last week or so (since I've been reading up a bit on 'my condition') I have decided that for the next while at least, no... scrap that... for ever I need to be FABULOUS. If my waist is going to start THICKENING in 2 weeks time (I will not cry, I will not cry, I will not cry - I will not lament the hours and hours I've spent at bootcamp waking up at 5am to get in shape. I won't.)then I may as well make full use of my best outfits in the meantime. The poor Band. I am looking HOT but for the first time in 3 years of marriage, the mojo is on the down low. haha.. i must actually make an effort. Usually I'm chasing the guy round the house. haha. joking people. But ya... hold me to it, ok?
last week wasn't great for me, but this week I am feeling hundreds again. It's weird! No nausea. No headaches. No heartburn. Not much peeing. The awful irony is that as soon as the bad symptoms aren't there you start mini-stressing that perhaps something's happened.
Also... aren't I supposed to be super emotional? I'm not. Not at all. I'm my usual droll self. In fact I don't think I had thought about it once today until I started with this post. I'm not going to start all the "does that make me a crap mom?" crap. If I do ever start with the Mom Guilt, shoot me.