I'm trying to savor a stormy day at home cuddling with my family (that's why the picture is so dark. It's really dark and stormy today).
I'm alarmed at how big my belly is already. I know it doesn't look much bigger than last week but it's bigger. Really.
I'm eating constantly. If I'm not eating protein I get nauseous.
I'm trying to be creative about my protein intake but I'm running out of ideas.
Food no longer tastes good.
I'm trying to savor each moment that I can still lay on my back and bend over to reach something on the ground.
I know how quickly the time will pass.
I want to feel better but I don't want to rush through this pregnancy.
I want to enjoy the baby in my belly and enjoy my last months alone with L.
I think a lot about how much things will change when the baby comes.
I know it will all be for the better. I know the love and the laughs will multiply with our newest addition.
I try to focus on that and pray the nausea will pass.
And I am incredibly happy to be pregnant.