"Are your long-lost energy and sex drive making a comeback? If so, you may soon find out why many women call this the honeymoon trimester."*
13.5 weeks. Still sick as a dog. Starting to worry that narcolepsy might be setting in for good. Can't bear the thought of a reassuring, breast crushing, space-invading hug of any description, let alone anything slightly more engaged. And feeling like an eighty year old trapped in the exhausted body of an ungainly, overweight, adolescent teenager with growing pains, awkward growths and distinctly ill fitting clothes, exhuding all the personal eroticism of a pubic louse. Everyone else saying they began to bloom at 13 weeks. Still with no life, an ever decreasing lack of social interaction and interpersonal skills, while an increasing waistline due to continuous grazing to abait the beast of all things regurgitating, I reacted somewhat badly to my update email from BabyCentre yesterday.
The honeymoon trimester you say? I reacted about as well as I did to J crawling into bed intoxicated and having over indulged on Saturday night, whispering through alcoholic tinged breath that he understood how I'd been feeling because he'd eaten and drunk too much. Oh how truly touched and understood I felt.
*BabyCentre email, 13 weeks pregnant
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2 comments:
Sweetie, if you need some social interaction you only have to let us know!!! We will happily smother you with affection and all the carbs you can handle. xxxx
Aww you really are an angel! I'm pretty hopeful that next week will be the start of a new stage...keep your fingers crossed for me! xxxx
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