You see that little ticker to the right, you know the one with the baby floating in it that tells you how far along I am in my pregnancy? Well right now it says, "11 weeks 2 days." I can't help but stare at it and say to myself, "really?" I still don't look pregnant but in my mind I feel like I've been pregnant for the last 6 months or something. Time is drifting by so very slowly and I can't help but think about all those people who told me that the second pregnancy would go by so much faster than the first. And to all those people I say: you are bloody stinkin' LIARS!!!! You got my hopes up only to have my dreams shattered. I feel like this will never end. No I'm not sick and I haven't had any signs of morning sickness so maybe I have little to complain about but I am really really really tired of this semi-constant state of hunger in which I am always finding myself in these days. I am sick of this feeling of exhaustion which oddly has nothing to do with sleep but is more of a feeling of being zapped of all energy - lethargic is the word!
I try to uplift myself by going back into my blog archive and reminding myself that I wrote a post very similar to the one I'm writing at this very moment last time around, but it does little to comfort me. I dunno, I guess part of me at least wants to have something to show for all these feelings I'm feeling. Like a round belly to remind me that there's someone growing in there. Or to feel those cute little kicks and nudges of the little one saying, "hi mommy." But so far, nothing. I haven't even outgrown any of my clothes yet, though I can tell it is coming, especially after dinner. Oh well, complaining doesn't do any good but it sure does feel good to rant a little. By the way, I'm adding a poll to the blog now. Tell me what you think: boy or girl?
