12 WEEKS, YO!!
And let me tell you, I couldn't be more ready for this G-D trimester to be over. Hopefully, today also marks the end of the vomiting, the fatigue, the nausea, the cramping, the bloating, the mood swings, and the general discomfort of being newly pregnant.
Dear First Trimester,
While you were exciting to have around (and I'm certainly glad you managed to show up, after keeping us waiting for 2 years), it turns out...and I'll try to put this delicately...
You suck.
Big time.
Thanks for stopping by, and don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.
Sincerely,
A not-so-much fan
Of course, to celebrate this momentous occasion, I brought some goodies, in the form of pictures (because despite the amazing advances in technology, they still haven't found a way to transport cake over the interwebz)
First, the Belly Shot:
To the general public...yes, I still just look fat (or "like everyone else in the world, you freak" according to my sister). But to me, I look beyond pregnant. ESPECIALLY after I've had a day of meals in me. But as I've mentioned before, I'm a big fan of the belly, so it's all good.
Also, the ultrasound pics. This first one is a gem - face forward, arms in the air.
Look closely, and I think you'll see we figured out which twin is the evil one:
FRIGHTENING, no?
And the money shot...a pic of something that more or less resembles a baby instead of an alien or a puddle of goo. Sweet.
Of course, it's upside down, because these kids DO have my DNA, after all.
Yellow school bus, here we come! (kidding...KIDDING)
To be finished with the first trimester is also bittersweet, because I'll be moving from my Reproductive Endocrinologist's office to a regular OB. It's weird. Kind of like a cancer patient leaving treatent. You're happy to be going, but at the same time, you've been going to the same office for so long, sometimes on a daily basis, that you've gotten to know the people there. It'll be weird not to see the staff at DVIF&G. Good...but weird.
So that rounds up the first trimester. We laughed. We cried. We vomited profusely. But more importantly...we survived. All 3 of us. (Oh yeah, Brian's good too).
So bring on the second trimester. I'm ready for whatever it has in store.
Just please...no more vomiting.
