11 weeks! Yesterday I had a strange burst of energy and woke up at 7am to pay bills and read. By 10:30 it had destroyed me and I spent the rest of the day sleeping in bed with what I think was an actual sickness. My body is so misleading - I have started to get my grand aspirations back of cleanliness, planned meals, bills paid early, workout plans...but I'm just not quite there yet.
I'm totally rockin the maternity jeans. I don't know if I actually qualify for the maternity jeans yet, but I don't care. I'm just holding to that "you show earlier with your second" thing.
I have thrown up 3 times and I think that part might be in the clear now. 14 weeks is when they say it should be, God-willing, in most cases all the way gone. I'm holding out.
We had a lot of Thanksgiving fun. We went up north to see my fam and had Z make a grand appearance wearing a "Big Sister" shirt, but no one noticed. So then we just told them. Works just as well. And I got to see *ruston* and *rachael* in the same trip, which never happens, so I felt pretty blessed. And we played Catan til we were blue in the face. Oh yea, and we went to the zoo. Word to the wise: never go to the zoo, or egypt, in your first trimester. Well, I guess both would be okay if someone brought a wheelchair and pushed you along it. The walking. Oh, my, word. I forgot about how exhausting it is to be pregnant. AND we didn't bring a stroller for z and over my dead body were we gonna pay $7 to rent one. Crazies! The zoo was fun. Usually I don't like them because I feel bad for the animals, but I feel so bad lately for people living in Haiti, and people dying of abortion and people living in Mozambique (Matt and I are reading "Always Enough."), that I just can't muster it up for the animals. Well, that AND I read the signs this time at the zoo and the zoo actually does amazing stuff to help perserve natural habitats of animals and alot of the animals there would have died in the wild anyways... I never knew that. Plus, those monkeys looked pretty happy. Happy monkeys. Plus, I'm pregnant and have a low compassion tank.
Then we had some wonderful family time back home for a couple days. Then we headed south to see his fam where we told them again. We made it all the way through dinner because there are always extra people eating with us and just told his mom/dad/aunt/uncle. Good fun. No fancy tactics, just telling. We're getting lazy in our old age.
Then Friday we went on the BEST DATE EVER IN THE HISTORY OF TIME!
We went to see Hp7 during which I consumed an entire bag of popcorn and a frozen lemonade (Matt may have helped a little), followed by a shared sandwhich, salad, soup combo at La Madeline sitting by the fake fire. Then we just drank coffee late into the night talking about our lives and Mozambique and church and God and everything wonderful. I love my husband.
Going out is always more fun when Mimi has the chicken. Cause it's like... thats not a babysitter, thats Mimi! So I feel no stress about what Z may be getting into or if she is upset or anything.
This week Matt is back at it, but its the last week of college classes so I think things are going to shift a little. Have I mentioned how I love Matt's new job? Well. I love it.
The End.
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