Pregnancy is weird.

The baby is 18.5 weeks along, also known as almost halfway through my pregnancy. Whaaaaaat!?! When the shit did that happen? While the days have felt long and nausea-tastic, the weeks are flying by.

I "popped" this week. I finally look pregnant instead of bloated, and I'm quite pleased about it. Since I'm taller than the average lady (5'10"), it has taken longer for me to start showing. Yesterday, a random coworker asked if I am expecting. I have officially upgraded from looking bloated with a food baby to looking pregnant with a real baby! And my boobs just keep on growing, which is quite delightful.

Finally looking knocked up! And Poindexter, aka Captain Photobomb.

I have absolutely loved how much bloggers share about their pregnancies, deliveries, and momming (yes, I am using that as a verb) experiences. I am the first of all my good friends to get knocked up, so they are absolutely no help when it comes to my bazillion questions about pregnancy and delivery. My mom's answers to at least half of my questions are "Oh, um, geez I don't remember." Thank goodness the blogosphere has come to my rescue! I want to know all the grizzly details, and thankfully, a lot of bloggers have shared them.

So I want to return the favor, here are some of my observations and experiences so far:

The first trimester is rough. While I was exhausted and nauseated all day everyday, the pregnancy was a secret so I had to put on a smile and suffer through work pretending to feel fine. Once I told my team about the pregnancy, they said they had noticed that I had gotten a lot quieter and sorta antisocial recently. Ha! I was too busy concentrating on not puking on my keyboard to be cracking jokes.

I am now merely tired rather than totally exhausted, the nausea subsided a couple weeks ago, my afternoon hormone headaches have lessened, and I FEEL GREAT (most of the time)! I now understand the women who say that they love being pregnant.

Spotting. I had some occasional spotting for a couple weeks during my first trimester. The first time it happened, at work of course, I freaked out. I had no I idea that it is actually fairly common. Thank goodness for the Google on my iPhone, for reals. Also, (luckily the internets had already given me a heads up on this one) it is not uncommon to bleed during/after sex. I only experienced this delight during my first trimester, and I am very happy to say that all is well in that department these days.

Morons. I really really like my personal space. Coworkers are already petting my stomach without my consent. WTF? I am barely showing and people already think it's totally cool to just reach out and put their hands on my body. NO. No no no. I do not like this and I know it's only going to get worse as I get bigger, but it is so very not ok with me.

I am so hungry. So very hungry all the time. I mean, I knew this would happen, but whoa. At least 30% of my time in meetings at work is spent fantasizing about my next meal. I am doing a damn good job of buying only organic and eating a balanced diet of healthiness. However, the Wendy's spicy chicken sandwich combo is my kryptonite.

Mmmmm... look at that french fry grease! That shit is so damn good. I am constantly craving french fries, and when I decide to treat myself, why not get a sandwich and drink to go along with them? I have decided that as long as I eat it less than once a week, I'm good.


Well that's all the pregnancy chat for now, folks. It's time for me to start getting shit done. We fly out to a family reunion in Binghamton, NY this afternoon, and I am 0% prepared.

But first, I need to go see what's available in the kitchen for second breakfast...