Adventures at 11 Weeks

Our little gummy bear (as my husband calls it) is 11 weeks today. Apparently the little tike is almost fully formed and moving around a lot more. I can't feel anything other than the occasional nausea and my brain cells decreasing at an alarming rate. I heard you get sort of stupid during pregnancy but is it supposed to happen this early and at this magnitude? I am chalking it up to pregnancy because I can't bare to think I am actually dumb enough to get into the shower with my underwear still on. (Yes, I really did this.) I also stood there repeatedly asking my husband where the car keys were while pointing at him with the car keys. I can't even imagine what it will be like in a few months. I think a lot of mumbling and drooling will be the extent of my intellectual conversation.

I am so tired of being tired. All I do is either fight to not take a nap or take a nap from the exhaustion of fighting it. It's a vicious cycle. I am ready to have some energy back! I am starting a prenatal yoga class next week. This should be both exciting and comical. I might just give up half way through the downward facing dog and take a nap on my yoga mat. We will see!

I have been introduced to the wonderful world of heartburn. This is about as exciting as giving blood. I had to give three viles of blood the other day. Why do you need THREE viles of my blood?? I am pretty sure I need it more than you do. Can't you run all the same tests on one vile?? I'm no doctor but I am pretty sure the first vile is the same consistency as the last two. Anyways, heartburn. I hate this sensation. I have never had an issue with it before and I miss the old days. I throw up every other day, I cry every time I see a pimple pop up and I have no idea what 6x6 is anymore. Why do you have to add heartburn to the mix?

I haven't really had any emotional episodes lately. My husband says I am doing surprisingly good. Which of course I immediately was all over him like "What the hell does that mean??" Just kidding. He was seriously saying he thought I was doing really good. I hate to break it to him but on Sunday he is leaving for a week and I am probably going to break out a good old fashion crying fit the likes of which no one has ever seen since David Hasselhoff decided to have a singing career. I am not happy about him being gone for a week. What if something happens? Who is going to hold my hair when I am doubled over on the toilet? What if I need Rocky Road ice cream at midnight? Ok, so I hate Rocky Road ice cream and I am never awake at midnight anymore but you never know. I can't do this stuff myself! How do single moms do it?? I'm having a panic attack just thinking about it. Oh wait. No that is just heartburn...