It's 4:15am as I type this. I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep because I was too hungry. I'm sitting here at my computer as three confused cats wondering about their breakfast circle my desk.
This sleep weirdness has plagued me for the last few nights. I am so tired by 8:00pm, I can barely keep my eyes open. And then at around 2 or 3 in the morning - ding! - my eyes pop open and I feel hungry and restless and excited to be pregnant.
My breasts are huge by the way. I know I've mentioned this before but I don't think I've made it clear just how enormous they've become in only a few days. I must have gone up a full cup size already. And they're veiny. And quite sensitive too. But that sensation seems to go in and out; sometimes I wince in pain when they brush against something, and other times I'm just merely aware of them. How can I not be aware of them? They're massive, honestly. Part of me wants to post a photo, but of course, this is not that kind of website!
Sometimes I get so excited thinking about my baby that my heart starts palpitating.
I am loving every second of being pregnant. I feel so lucky.
So. Incredibly. Lucky.