13 weeks and 4 days.
So far, no relief from feeling awful every night. In fact, this week is a little bit extra relentless. I almost threw up on a plane, but I was able to make it home thank goodness. It was ugly, that day was the worst that I’ve ever felt… for the entire day during a work trip. I look more pregnant most days, but some days I don’t look pregnant at all still. I think much of it is just bloating on the days where I feel huge. I’m 33.5″ around this week, which is only up a half an inch from last week. The slow growth is good, it should help prevent stretch marks!
I went for a variety of tests yesterday. Everything looks good and normal. It was sort of amazing to see how crazy active the baby was on the monitor during the ultrasound, yet I can’t feel any of it. Abe says it looks like me (ha!).
Not much has changed in general: same awful pregnancy symptoms, I am sleeping slightly better and now fully using my boppy body pillow, I go to bed absurdly early every single night, and I had a weird craving for Pringles today… I can’t even remember the last time I had one of those.
So far every single older woman I know says to me: oh, I never had morning sickness.
Old ladies: Suck IT.
I’ve been thinking a lot about what kind of parent I want to be. I want my kids to be independent and able to take care of themselves when they grow up, unlike many young people I know. I want them to know there are real consequences in life when bad choices are made. When a child asks “why?” I plan on giving them a Real reason, unlike my parents who still think that “I told you so” makes sense. So far, that’s really all I’ve come up with. Also, I have no problem grounding them, taking phones away, limiting TV, encouraging good grades and punishing bad ones, and having them pitch in around the house. I’m sure I’ll have a lot more opinions as time goes on.