Besides the fact that I have a watermelon-shaped object preceding me wherever I go and I can feel a baby girl wriggling inside my “belly,” I really haven’t felt very pregnant for the past six-ish months (have I really forgotten the queasy mornings so quickly??). Regardless, I still don’t understand how there’s one episode, let alone multiple seasons, of the show “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant.” Has anyone ever met a girl who carried a baby to term (or close) who didn’t know she was expecting? I think it’s absolutely crazy.
Anyways, today, I think I officially feel pregnant. I’m hoping it doesn’t last long. My back has hurt in random places all day, I’m passing gas like a fraternity guy (or my own brother, take your pick), and all I really feel like doing is taking a nap. To top it all off, I ate dinner no more than 25 minutes ago and I already feel hungry. Now it’s not like I ate a side salad and grapefruit… we’re talking about a full-sized meal here. Chicken casserole, rice, and green beans. Shouldn’t I be stuffed?
Just in case Riley ever reads this (don’t know that this blog will even exist by the time Riley Grace learns to read), I don’t mind going through these “symptoms” at all. I just want to have a record of what is happening in my body. As terrible as I am at keeping up with my blog, I’m actually much better at it than I ever have been with real journaling.