Allo lovely folk! Alas, nothing going on; in this case, no news is probably good news. Oh, I still feel puny and miserable and am doing my best to take each day one day at a time. The month is very slow going at this pace, but… *sighs* One must do what they must to survive unpleasant things with the best of grace and pleasantness. At least I can say, nine weeks down, and hopefully ‘only’ three more of this nausea hell!
Past that, I’m amused/bemused by the changes to my body already. I’ve heard that one starts showing much faster in their latter pregnancies, but I’m already sticking out a mile. My belly button is already turning to an outie — already! I’m sure I’ve got some growing out to do still, but still… much more of it and I’m going to need someone to load me into a cart to get me around. *giggles*
So in short, my mood is still holding up in spite of being physically miserable. I can probably thank my sleep finally evening out for that. I’m sure it’ll get worse again as the pregnancy progresses, but for now… just being grateful for the bits that are good.