Apart from the nipple fire I mentioned previously, overall my mams are do'n fine. Sore most of the time, but I remind myself its because they're getting bigger :)
And I'm fine with this, I am not however ok with the dinner plates I've seen on some moms. You know - the big burnt pancakes on top of their breasts that prego chicks get and try and pass them off as nipples - nonono not so much into that.
The gaining weight thing I'm already dreading too. Thus far I haven't really been "sick" (watch, I'll be barfing in 2 minuets just for boasting). Today was one of the first times that I woak up with a pretty upset tummy, but I was able to calm it down after I had breakfast - aaha! theres the problem - I'm partially scared that I will start gaining too soon or too much due to the fact that I'm able to eat pretty much normally now - opposed to wanting to turn my stomach inside out at the sight of food or just being able to eat every little....yep I know, I'm complaining about not being sick as a dog in my first trimester....sorry.
another terrifying side effect that comes with this impending weight gain is the lovely racing stripes you develop all over your - well, all over. These "marks" I would say are my biggest fear. You know there are some women that develop dark patches of skin all over their face and neck, and I would have to say that I would SOO prefer this look (my husband reminded me over the weekend how cool it would have been if he had met a nice "racal" gal and how cute the kids would have been... I digress) because at least these calico-esqu side effects go away after delivery. The eternal cat scratches - not so much.
And can we get real here. How you get stretch marks is from you skin being pulled so taunt it begins to rip apart- eww.
So needless to say with my fear being this strong in only my first trimester, I ordered some (organic mind you - the stuff I'm afraid of seeping into my skin and attacking my baby is a whole nother post) lemon-honey oil before we even conceived, which I have my husband shlick on me after my baths. I'm sure he doesnt mind this now - but lets give that 6 months when he sees his wife look more like Shamoo getting out of the tub than a lil mermaid...
So there it is. I'm not sick yet, tired as hell (like pulling an all nighter, but you've actually slept 9hrs), but I assure you if I do puke - I'll be sure to let you know.
stay tuned
~n
Just remember. I'm storing up fat jokes and DYING to bust them out on you. When will I ever get this chance again? It won't be as fun the second time you're pregnant so I have to go all out now.
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