All is still well here in the Corbell house. I feel like crap, so I’m taking that as a good sign. Super drained all the time, still queasy, plus I think I am entering the “emotional basketcase” phase of pregnancy. Quick to anger, quick to cry. My husband said something this morning, something totally innocuous, and I wanted to punch him in the throat. Poor guy. Nobody ever said he isn’t long-suffering.
No ultrasound this week, which is a little nervewracking. I got used to the weekly reassurance with my fertility doc, and now that we are interviewing OB/GYNs, I have no idea when my next one will be. We meet our first potential doctor tomorrow, so that’s exciting. I think everything is going as planned though, as the past few days I’ve been feeling lots of stretching and pulling in my lower abdomen, so I’m thinking that the beh-beh is growing as he/she should. I’m not really showing yet, but my lower tummy is getting really firm and rounded. I just ordered this thing called a “Belly Belt” which is an extender for your pre-pregnancy pants. I don’t really need it *yet*, but I will very soon.
I am also waiting eagerly for the “bottomless pit” phase of pregnancy. I’m excited to just want to eat all the time. These days I really don’t want to eat much. Not only am I nauseous before I eat, now I’m nauseous *after* I eat too. I also get full really fast. Food is just generally not my friend. But, fear not (mom and dad), I am making sure that I do eat enough. The only craving I’ve really been having is for baked goods - cupcakes, cake, brownies. Those all sound heavenly. I’ve only indulged once, though, when my friend Marlene brought me a black and white cupcake from Lark in Silver Lake. Best. Cupcakes. Ever. I have heard that their Salty Caramel Cupcake is to die for but I have not been fortunate enough to try one yet.
