Back in the days when my ovaries were aching for a baby, I thought a positive pregnancy test would be a dream come true and life would blossom into a continuous burst of rainbows and unicorns. But you know what? I’m still a big giant worry wart.
My latest worry is how energetic I’ve been feeling. I thought that wasn’t supposed to happen until at least 12 weeks. I’ll be 10 weeks on Wednesday. Yesterday I spent most of the day weeding the front yard and then couldn’t even fall asleep for my usual afternoon nap. By weeding, I’m talking near manual labor. I haven’t been in the yard since before I conceived.
This morning I stepped out of the shower and pranced around in front of M, “My boobs don’t feel big, and my belly isn’t sticking out. Do I look pregnant? ‘Cause I don’t feel pregnant.”
What happened to my pregnancy hormones? I want my body to DO something. Oh crap…no, I didn’t mean I wanted an afternoon dose of nausea. Oh well.
How soon in pregnancy did you start to feel better?