Let's see, where are we...7 weeks?
So I know the best nausea advice is "don't let yourself get hungry," but I'm thinking that with Luke's Halloween candy in the house, this may be counterproductive.
Hey, remember that time when I was all, "Oh, being pregnant isn't that bad?" Yeah...about that.
This, too, shall pass, but that's kind of what I'm afraid of...sure, it'll pass. Like a kidney stone passes.
I'm kind of sad that I never lost the last 10 pounds of the Luke weight. I still look 3 months pregnant. I guess now I'm just hoping that it's not cumulative. If I look 6 months pregnant at 3 months, I quit.
It is SO much easier to be pregnant at home than pregnant when you're working full-time. Holy cow. Taking care of one cuddly, affectionate, low-key, routine-loving toddler is NOTHING like getting up at 6 am every day to go sit on 200 rowdy 14 year olds. There are definitely things I miss about working, but the havoc it wreaks on my body is not one of them.
Perhaps my opinion on this will change once there are more rugrats running around here, but seriously? When people say that stay-at-home-moms work just as hard as working moms, they're wrong. They're just 100% wrong. I've been on both sides, peeps, and the math doesn't add up.