1. Big Boobs/Cleavage.
I have them. Need I say more.
2. Comfy Clothes.
Everything I can fit into is either a t-shirt knit or has an elastic waistband. It is very much like wearing pajamas all day every day. I refuse to spend hundreds of dollars on "maternity" clothes when t-shirt dresses and leggings look better anyway!
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| Muumuus are hot, right? |
3. Food!
Everything is delicious. Not that I have ever had any trouble finding something to eat... However, even the most blah food is hitting the spot. And that spot seems to need hitting about every 2 or 3 hours.
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| A typical meal. |
4. Attention.
I never really thought of myself as an attention-whore. It is nice to be intriguing. And, what's more intriguing than pregnancy. Ok, a lot of stuff is more intriguing than pregnancy, but it seems to be working for me.
The Bad.
1. Big boobs/Cleavage.
I have them. I am no longer comfortable when not wearing a bra. My bra stabs me.
2. Drugs are Bad, Mmmkay.
I can't take anything good. I am not supposed to have excess (or really any) caffeine which really limits my Mt. Dew intake. After I have my one singular cup of coffee in the morning, I then have to pee approximately ninety-seven times before noon.
I can take Tylenol when I have a headache. When I have a migraine, I can take Tylenol. Yippee (sarcasm). For a cold, I can take Sudafed. I choose to sleep. A lot. The Benadryll helps.
3. Sleep.
A lot of it seems required. Bedtime used to be 11:30 or midnight. Bedtime is now any time after dinner. I do try to wait until at least 8:00pm to crash so that I don't wake up at 5:00am. Also, I haven't slept through the night since before I even knew I was knocked up. Currently, I am up at least twice every night. That is the minimum. I am not sure what my record is yet. Five times, six?
4. The Gas.
Joe is not amused.
5. Stamina.
I have little to none. This is really hampering my spring gardening, housework, shopping, and baby preparations. I seem to find the energy to cook, however.
The Just Plain Odd.
1. Stalkers.
I have a few people who come to see me just to see what I look like with a "baby bump."
2. Kicks.
The Wee Baby Seamus kicks me. It feels weird. It is especially weird when he manages to make my bladder Zing. Sometimes it is more of a clawing from the inside feeling. You have all seen the horror movies where something (usually an alien) is inside someone. You can see it pushing around just under the skin. I now know what that feels like.
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| Aww! |
