I stopped liking Reece's Peanut Butter Cups or anything related to them, which is a tragedy.
My love for strawberry milkshakes has been rekindled.
My running pace has dropped like a hot potato.
And I'm pregnant.
I'm pretty excited, scared, nervous, and all the other feelings that go along with having another human growing in you. Speaking of feelings, there are lots of them, all the time.
Luckily I wasn't sick at all during the first three months, just very tired all the time. I also drastically reduced my caffeine intake (from two a day to less than one a week), but since reaching the second trimester, I've allowed myself one small one a day or so.
I'm still running, but not quite as much as before. I'm keeping under a certain heart rate (as directed by my doctor) so my pace is dictated by it. I ran "the baby's first race" last Sunday and it was very hard to keep it casual and not "race". We had fun, but it was a struggle to cross the finish line a good 11 minutes slower than I did last year at the same race.
|Baby's first 10 km!|
I'm also not flying anymore, instead I'm working in the office for a great team that puts on events. Unfortunately, my job isn't as glamourous as event planning, and more about printing labels and stuffing envelopes. BUT, I get to be safe and sound and get a good night's sleep in my own bed every night. I'm thankful that I get to put my semi-risky job on hold and get to do other duties and still get paid!
What else? I'm having a hard time finding maternity clothes that don't make me look like a doily. I'm also consumed with the decision of whether to buy an infant car seat or a convertible car seat, don't ask me why. I'm also avoiding thinking about transforming my second bedroom aka the place where we store EVERYTHING into a baby's room. I can't even think of where to begin.
So that's that!