Random Rant: I heart the first trimester

Another exhausting day is coming to a close. I'm sitting on the couch again, instead of breaking a sweat at the gym, or even making the rounds in the neighborhood. I'm just too tired to move.

Being pregnant with a toddler is hard work!

Today I was a lump of a Momma. After hanging out around the house in the morning, and after naptime (for everyone!), we went to the grocery store to stock up for the week. While I droned around the store picking and piling things into our cart, Roscoe sat in the car up front (Wegman's cart design is ingenious--although the ones we have at our store are brown, not colorful and fun like this one (found in NY)):

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He was content gnawing on a pretzel roll, and I moved at a snail's pace thankful that he was occupied and that I wasn't required to carry him in my arms or worse, corral him in the case that he wanted to walk on his own. That moment came later when we approached THE TRAIN, at which point he practically bucked himself out of the car to run frantically to and fro as the train circled on its track above our heads.

Roscoe was directly in the line of shopping traffic, going nuts over the train and I just stood there with my eyebrows raised (in excitement!!!!! Can you feel it?) and a smile plastered on my face trying to be enthusiastic for him, when really I just wanted to eat something really bad for me and then fall asleep for the rest of the day.

We made it home in one piece, but it was only two o'clock!

Roscoe proceeded to ransack every common area in the house, while I supervised from the sidelines. And as I sit typing this, the house remains a disaster area. Sorry Andy, I just can't do it.

And let's not talk about how much I've been eating! Actually, lets! Five Guy's for dinner last night? Zoe's Kitchen for lunch yesterday, AND today? McDonald's vanilla cone? 3 Panera Bagels with Cream Cheese? Bubble Tea? Random things covered in cheese and hot sauce? Yes, please.

Not all in one day, of course. But I'm starting to feel a little gross.

I've been waking up in the middle of the night with a painfully empty stomach, and unable to sleep. I'm just so hungry. And so tired. And so lazy. And food is terribly elusive these days. Oh Dear.

I also think I look about 16 weeks pregnant....ugh. My belly appears to have developed a "memory" and is assuming a pregnancy state quite effortlessly. I've decided that having good posture and holding my abs in while I stand is too uncomfortable, so squishy belly: I release you!!

I just hope I don't gain 100 pounds over the next 8 months! The good news is that I am 2/3 of the way through the first trimester, and relief should be coming soon.

In the meantime, I'm so grateful for Andy who takes morning duty, and also covers Roscoe's bedtime routine, which gives me two extra hours of sleep and nightly relief starting at 6pm. Ah yes, I couldn't do this alone.