My Third First Trimester

Behold the pregnancy update you have all been on the edge of your seats for. Filled with seven pictures of me in the exact same pose with the exact same belly. I kept expecting my bump to become visible, but I guess that feat will happen in the next trimester. So yeah, I realize all these pictures of me are basically identical. And I realize you're thinking, "Why the heck did you post 7 pictures of the exact same thing?" 

Listen, I do a blog book, and I diligently took a picture every week of my pregnancy with Eli, so I feel it's an injustice to the other kids if they don't get the same treatment. So here you go, third kid. I love you just as much as the first.

As is evidenced in the pictures, I have made it through the first trimester without gaining any weight. Which is really quite surprising due to the fact that I have had a RAGING appetite ever since about 7 weeks. And the problem is, I go from stuffed to starving in a matter of thirty minutes. As soon as my stomach starts hinting at hunger, you best start feeding this preggo or the hulk switch is flipped.

I don't really get nauseous as long as I eat every half hour. Seriously. Every half hour. This morning I ate breakfast at 8 and before we left for church at 9 I already needed a snack. Then halfway through sacrament meeting I was griping so much to Jeff that he actually went home and got me a granola bar. I cannot fully express to you the extent of my constant starvation other than I feel like I could possibly win an eating competition against a high school football team.

Speaking of high school football teams, my teenage acne has reappeared, so that's been fun. My teenage sassiness has also reappeared, so that's been fun. For Jeff.

What else? What else? I can't sleep. Because I get up to go to the bathroom, and then by the time I get back in bed, I realize my stomach is growling. You can often find me at 2:30 in the morning shoving pieces of bread into my mouth on my way back to bed.

I haven't had any real cravings per se, but each week there's a particular food that I can't get enough of. It's not like I'm craving it, but it's more just the only thing I can eat in large quantities that doesn't make me want to barf.

Tiredness hit around week 9. And I have had a few weeks of constant nausea, no matter how much I eat, but that's starting to go away.

I'll be 13 weeks tomorrow! Yay to saying goodbye to another first trimester.