skunky

Pregnancy has gone from a weird alien state to simply a state of being.  The flesh remembers, and every so often my brain has those "Oh yeah!" moments.  But the thing that bugs me most this time (and at this point in time) isn't the nausea, the absolute ravenous it-will-never-be-enough appetite, the feeling of stretching, the occasional sciatic flare-up, the Super nose, or the fatigue.

It's the bloat and the gas.  Seriously.  They have been HORRIBLE lately, and I swear that I haven't been eating anything out of the ordinary lately, either.  Nothing to warrant the horrible stench emanating from my physiology.  I've been in the back cooking these past few days, and holy crap, has that been a good thing because then I haven't stunk anyone out.

Nine weeks down.  Thirty-one weeks to go.  *pinches nose*

Also, got a call from the doctor's office yesterday, a voicemail that I didn't receive until after closing hours.  Called back today and was talking to the doctor's nurse...  He basically was telling me that all the tests they ran (bloodwork - diseases and whatnot) came back normal and negative.  Then he paused and said, "Well, your pregnancy test came back positive."  I laughed and said, "I sure hope so!" to which he also laughed.  Because, well, yeah, wouldn't THAT be weird?