The problem with me and pregnancy is that the majority of the 'symptoms' are just me in my normal life. In normal life I'm often tired, over-emotional and need to pee a lot. In pregnancy I am these things too. Possibly to a greater degree but it's hard to be sure and consequently I've had a hard time garnering the sympathy I feel owed (from jeremy) because I am growing a human. To be fair, if I wasn't me, I'd be suspicious too.
So far what I've missed most is wine. Beautiful delicious red wine. This was not helped by our recent trip to the wineries of the Loire valley where I watched Jeremy taste a lot of beautiful delicious red wine. It's also not helped by a cruel forgetfulness that lets me think I can have a glass and then remember that no, actually, I can't. I've also missed pate and I'm not quite sure why because I pretty much never eat pate. I haven't missed sushi as I decided that was a dumb rule (after consulting multiple websites and ignoring the american ones).
What I'm finding hardest is waiting. It's a pretty necessary component of pregnancy but I am SO IMPATIENT. Partly / mostly because I just want to know that everything's OK and to get on with the business of worrying about my child rather than worrying about the pregnancy. And also because that's just how I am - patience is not my virtue and I find myself staring at the calendar trying to will the weeks away faster.
What I'm loving most is feeling him move. I wake up in the morning and just lie there in the semi wakefulness with my cat on my feet and feel the baby kick. So much of pregnancy is so public, so open to comment, I really value these moments where it's just me and him (and the cat).
