11 Weeks

11 weeks. Headaches, exhaustion, food cravings and aversions. One thing is for sure, I'm ready for this first tri-mester to be over! We have our 12 week appointment on Thursday and we will get to hear the heart beat with some sort of utensil. Exciting!! It's been a busy few weeks with weddings, concerts, family get-togethers and summer.

Things that I'm finding are much different now:
Weddings are definitely not the same when you're pregnant. Normally I'm the crazy dancer in the middle of the dance floor but now I'm too tired to get off the darn chair! And we won't even get into the fact that I have to stick to water while all of my friends are drinking wine and beer. It has also been difficult for me to slow down to the level I should be rustling around at. I'm used to running around and packing my day so full that there's no time to sit and now, all I do is sit! Wes and I went to a concert the other night (Mumford & Sons...Amazing!) and I wasn't able to be smack dab in the middle of the crowd, jumping and singing along like I usually am. So instead I had to sit in the back with my pregnant friend Katy. We had our own pregnant fun though :) I don't have ANY patience for anyone or anything, and this includes the dogs. Margaret and Mavis. They need obedience training and I'm so angry with them most of the time I don't want to take them to the training classes. I cry all the time. There was a storm last night and I bawled like a baby when the sirens went off. That'll be a nice sight for our unborn child,
:::Tornado Sirens blaring:::
Baby: "Where's mom? We need to get in the basement!"
Wes: "Oh she's hunched over in the corner bawling like usual"

Other than that, I think things are going as they should be. I can't really say that I know what normal is because this is my first pregnancy, but let's hope it's alright. I don't think I'm showing yet although I do feel like I'm a moose right now. Wes SWEARS that I don't look like one, he's sweet. We're trying to get some things fixed up around the house before the baby comes but it's proving to be more difficult than previously thought. I keep asking Wes, "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

He thinks its a boy. But what does he really know? Like I said, it doesn't matter to me as long as it's healthy... and likes to sleep, doesn't hate me, likes dogs as much as I do, loves the environment and all it's creatures, and wants to be an Alpha Chi Omega. Otherwise I'm sending it back.