Better late than never: I'm 4 mon. pregnant. Sean and I are gonna be parents.
I'm terrified and overjoyed, simultaneously. Pretty normal reaction, I'd guess. Finally out of that god forsaken thing called the first trimester... That period in my life ranks up there with cystic acne, constipation and migraines—except I was blessed with all that and so much more. Over it. I'm rockin' this sweater weather like a boss, because I definitely look like I've eaten too much in the bare. Interesting enough, I still haven't gained any weight though... I don't know how that balances out, but I'm not complaining. I can wait for the "25 and 35 pounds" recommended gain. Seriously, 35lbs? Eek.