So, the good things....I'm fifteen weeks and one day! Baby is the size of a navel orange, and as far as I know, is happy as a clam. Yesterday was the first day I felt well enough to leave the comfort of my couch, and venture into the real world. I visited three different stores, bought things, and came home. This may not seem huge to anyone else, but for me, to willingly get up and dressed, actually get in my car to travel somewhere besides work, and spend time not lounging was a MAJOR accomplishment. I'm hoping, nay...PRAYING that this is the start of me feeling well again (which I hear is supposed to happen around now, ie. the second tri).
I have heard about morning sickness, and being generally uncomfortable, but it's almost criminally negligent how uninformed I really was. I mean seriously people, how was it possible to get through those first horrendous weeks?? I understand every woman and every baby is different, but I was not prepared for the constant hating of my life for 2 months. Don't get me wrong, I can handle pain, I can handle nausea, I can handle headaches/tiredness/grumpyness/sore boobs/backaches, but to put them all together, is just cruel. I curse Eve for eating the damn fruit and putting this on us women (feel free to laugh as I rant). Nausea used to be so easy to deal with, a trip to the bathroom and voila, you feel better and it's over with. NOT THE CASE with pregnancy. UGH!!! Not to mention how your couch becomes your best friend, I know every inch of my couch. AND I have sunk in over 100 hours of Grey's Anatomy...pathetic....
But I digress....
Reeling it back in, I am really looking forward to the next few months. In about 4 or so short weeks we should be learning the sex of Baby Turner, and yes, we will be finding out, I can't handle not knowing. This is the time when
