This baby is turning me into someone I don't even recognize. I have some theories as to exactly what kind of person is growing within that is making me all crazy:
A Renaissance Painter
He keeps telling me to lay around all day getting paler and fatter by the minute, just so I can be his muse.
A 40 year old jobless, video-game-playing, living in his parent's basement, good -for-nothing "grown-up".
|At least I have a little buddy to keep me company.|
He keeps encouraging my lazy behaviors in this first trimester.
Don't want to clean the house or cook dinner? Don't worry,
Mom Phil will do it for you.
A producer from The Biggest Loser.
Because honestly, all of this non-exercising, no motivation, and junk food craving I've been doing is going to end me up on the show.
A salt lick.
I am thirsty all the time. All.the.time.
Because when I have some free time to possibly write a blog post, pretty much anything else sounds like more fun. Thank God there are so many of you out there that do it better than I.
A Negative Nancy.
I really really don't like the crabbiness side effect of the pregnancy hormones, so I try to look at this chart when I get whiny:
As stupid as it sounds, sometimes I forget that inside of me is a living growing baby girl or boy! All of this laziness and crankiness and cravings and weight gain is actually happening for an awesome reason. And I can't wait until the roller coaster of the 1st trimester is over to enjoy the 2nd trimester ride.
Neither can the rest of my family :)