I told Gene a few minutes ago that I must finally be feeling better, as this is about the first time in probably 6-8 weeks that I've felt like knitting. Seriously. He registered surprise and then said "I didn't realize it was quite that bad...".
Yep. When one's soothing quiet activity sounds like too much effort, it's not so fun. But. I hit 12 weeks on Monday, which may or may not be the end of the first trimester (naturally, three-quarters of what you read says 12 weeks, an eighth says 13 weeks, and an eighth says 14 weeks...I'm going to play the optimistic odds); I am, however, going to stick with the fact that I seem to be feeling better. I still have bouts of nausea, but nothing that makes me feel like all of Satan's minions have decided to inhabit my digestive system. I don't even need to nap during the day anymore, though 9 pm seems to still stay the pumpkining hour.
Have not yet started knitting anything for the Peabo, as I have a couple of projects on the hook already. I figure, baby stuff is pretty tiny and will whip up quickly; I did however cast on a hooded sweater for Bean. The rate I'm going, it probably won't be done until the autumn anyway. It's funny having one kid on the outside and one on the inside...of course I want to make things for Peabo, but right now, it's actually more interesting to start projects for the one I already know. This whole second pregnancy/kid situation has really been a learning experience for me, mostly in a very good way. I'm hopeful that I will be an even more relaxed mom now that it's kind of old hat. That can't be anything but good.
Anyway, I'm sure everyone will be pleased to see an end to the vomiting recaps.
by at May 20, 2006 9:15 PM