It's six weeks now and though I had somewhat felt pregnant before with the slight symptoms, I really feel it now.
Beginning with constant exhaustion, the
bathroom trips and now an aversion to almost every
kind of food with the exception of one that might hit
me at that time. It might be mashed potatoes, french
fries, pancakes, bread - the carbs! My tummy is
definitely protruding and looks very similar to the
days when I ate huge meals and laughed at Kelly
showing him how this is what I would like when I am
pregnant. Well, here it is. I simply look like I could
lose a few, not like I could have a baby.
The queasiness has set in and right on time according to the books I read. It's still not so bad, yet. Just feel yucky.
My husband happens to be the best,
sweetest most caring in the world. I think every
pregnant woman should have one of him by her side
throughout and I can't understand how they make it
without one. I feel utterly spoiled. I just sleep, eat
what I can handle and pee! He does the rest. The house
chores - everything! I am feeling quite guilty. But, I
think I'll live.
