He was working at the bike shop tonight, which means I don’t see him until morning. He surprised me around 9 with a double scoop ice cream cone for his pregnant wife. It was delivered while I laid in bed and he brought me a damp paper towel so I wouldn’t have to get out of bed to wipe my hands.
I’ll take ice cream over flowers any day!!
That about sums up week 5 so far. Pretty much the same ol’ thing–sore boobs, tired, bloated. The symptoms go from intense to slight. It was reassuring to read that it is normal for symptoms to vary from day to day.
I wish I could speed up the first tri. This is my 7th month of it since September, after all.
My mantras are:
Today I’m pregnant
Worry doesn’t help (this one is particularly effective in the middle of the night when my brain feels like it is about to start racing)
