State of the me.

Today I sort of like being pregnant. I think these days will be in the minority, so I'm cherishing the feeling. My embryo is now a fetus. I have a wee belly (though it's mostly pre-pregnancy pooch getting pushed to the fore). I am still tired, and a little emotional, and my back hurts from not having a proper office chair yet, but I feel pretty good, on the whole.

So, this is an eye of, "hey, neat" in the midst of my usual neurotic storm of freakouts, anxiety, and bitching. Not all days are bad days.

Being pregnant is like going through puberty when you're old enough to be really informed and observant. Every morning I wake up and check what new new weirdness my body will have to offer up. Will my pants fit? Will my bra fit? Will funky stuff come out of various orofices? What will I need to eat? Will I have a big hissy fit? It's fascinating, if sort of freaky. Like puberty, I'd still skip it if there were another, easier way to get to Point B.