Well technically it’s week 10 for the next couple of hours anyway.
Tonight while I was cuddling a poor, sick, and in desperate need of TLC toddler I felt a million little flutters going on, courtesy of the jellybean. So even though Riley doesn’t conceive of a baby at this stage (and probably won’t until I really start showing), it seems like her little brother or sister is all into her already.
This week I did actually separate myself from the couch and get moving. Although two 40 minute walks in one day may have been overkill for my poor sloth-like body and I’ve had lower back and ankle pain ever since. Which is why going to yoga today was such a relief – it’s really helping with the little niggles and I might have been so relaxed in the guided meditation that I fell asleep just a little bit and forgot where I was for a minute or two.
Also, I think that men should probably go to a class or something on what not to say to a pregnant woman. Best not to antagonise the hormonal beast I always say.
And finally, no morning sickness / all day sickness / random feelings of passing out or throwing up. The good bit of the pregnancy is upon me. And I am one very happy camper.
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