Fourteen Weeks

Oh, hello, second trimester! I didn't see you there!
I haven't grown at all this week, but my little passenger is supposedly half an inch longer and half an ounce heavier. I've gained eight pounds, which seems like a tremendous amount. I'm becoming increasingly self-conscious about these weekly photos. Rob kept making me laugh while he was taking pictures, which helped.

I'm definitely feeling better than I was in the early days, but I still get headaches for no reason. I still start feeling exhausted around 4:00 PM every day, and the nausea, while not as severe as it was a few weeks ago, still turns up every evening. My sleep cravings are insatiable. Yesterday I took a three-hour nap, and it wasn't enough.

My emotions have been all over the place. I alternate between hating everyone and feeling so much love for Rob and Westley that I can't stand it. I also no longer react to things the way a normal, non-pregnant person might. On Saturday evening, I was holed up in my little corner of the living room, reading, intent on finishing a chapter before getting up for a drink. Suddenly Rob came over with my full water bottle. When he set it down next to me, I burst into tears.

Like any rational person would be, he was concerned. "What?"

I could barely speak. "I was so thirsty..."

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