First off, thanks all for your encouraging comments on my last post. I am 85% not as freaked out as a was. I'm trying to chalk the whole thing up to a learning experience and just put it out of my mind and I'm *almost* there, not quite. I'm still really mad at myself about The Turkey Sandwich Incident.
I love being pregnant. LOVE. IT. Despite my bouts of worry, I am the happiest I've been in my entire life. Right now.
I love this kid so much already.
In other news, I can't seem to put on any weight. I haven't gained an ounce during my pregnancy so far, and in fact, I think I've even lost weight. It's getting a bit discouraging because it's the one time in my life I actually want to see the numbers on the scale go up! Plus, I am eating like it's going out of style. I probably have at least 6 meals a day. Granted, it's all healthy stuff.
This kid must be really speeding up my metabolism. I don't know how much more food I can fit into the day!
All the books say I should have gained 5 pounds so far. Has anyone else heard of this happening?
Yesterday, D said I should just start eating whole sticks of butter. I laughed at the time, but maybe he's onto something?