Week Twenty Three

Well, it's finally happened. I actually feel pregnant. What have I been feeling all along you may ask? I've felt nauseous, I've felt over-tired, I've felt chubby, but these are all feeling that could've come from any number of things like a Nutter Butter spree or a Ben Stiller movie.

But now...now I actually feel like there is something inside me. There is definitely something feeding off of me and stealing my life juice for its own betterment. I am quite aware now that I am carrying around a lot more than a little extra holiday weight. I'm not sure what caused this sudden change in my frame of reference this week. Maybe it's that getting off the couch is now a workout in itself. Or maybe it's this new thing I'm learning, sleep paranoia, where you worry even as you're passing out from exhaustion that you may roll into the wrong position and squish the little booger.

It's not a bad feeling, this feeling of being pregnant, and it doesn't feel unnatural like I thought it would (I guess that's cause it's...natural). But I read about women who believe that they develop quasi-sacred psychological maternal bonds with their fetuses, and I definitely don't feel any of that. I just feel like there's a tiny person inside of me and said little tiny person is in no way about to let me forget it.

PS - That's not me in the picture. I just think it's a funny shirt.