Oh pregnancy, how I've
missed you loved you forgotten what you were really like.
My vow to run throughout at least the first trimester was broken as soon as the morning sickness hit, and was quickly replaced by a vow to eat nachos with abandon and ignore the needs of the household.
Well, I am taking care of Logan but we have definitely been watching more tv than usual.
This time around the morning sickness has been worse, the heartburn has been better, the tiredness has been worse, the weight gain has been better (i.e. not 12 lbs in 12 weeks), and still I'm showing already.
Revenge of the Nachos.
But overall we're doing good. The evenings have been rough but the upside is I have an excuse to not cook. Logan wears his pajamas 24 hours a day which is pretty much his dream anyway so nothing wrong there. And I tell myself that Tyson appreciates the higher balance in our bank account since I only leave the house for mandatory outings and haven't had the energy to craft. Of course the overage might be going to Taco Bell...
Yep, we're getting through this.