Farewell 1st Trimester

Today I am officially 13 weeks along. As in I’ve already done 13 weeks of this pregnancy business. As in the first trimester is over. As in we start the glorious and beautiful 2^nd trimester NOW.

In Relief Society somebody asked how I was feeling and I said something about how I’m 13 weeks now, so I have every expectation of waking up some morning this week and feeling completely fine. The days of puking and irrational exhaustion will be behind me. I’ll suddenly have every desire in the world to clean and cook and buy stuff for Baby Egbert. I’ll have energy beyond compare and want to eat everything in sight instead of gagging every time someone mentions food.

I was being sarcastic and thinking I was real funny (ha ha ha, I laugh at my own jokes in my head….even in my own head it’s a pity laugh….) when everybody behind the person I was talking to started nodding in agreement. None of them were laughing at my hilarious joke. All of them had straight faces.

When I pointed out that I thought I was kidding. They all said “No really. You will.”

Well ladies, thanks to you, my hopes are HIGH. Seriously, very high. Higher than….___________ (the only thing I can think to compare to high-ness has to do with drugs, but I don’t know enough about drugs to finish the comparison. So, fill in the blank with whatever witty/funny comment you want to there.)

Today is a new day, lip gloss AND mascara, and I’m fairly certain my little “incident” this morning marked the end of the ongoing battle with nausea.

I celebrated by eating a Krispy Kreme donut for breakfast. Take THAT Baby Egbert.