20 Nov 2012
excuses for feeling pathetic
These last few months I've been struggling a little. I've been exhausted, nauseous and emotional (more so than usual). My boobs have their own list of ailments and complaints that I won't go into here and my skin has had more break-outs than it ever did at 15.
And now, 20 weeks down the line and feeling a hell of a lot better, I'm finally ready to type the words... I'm up the duff. Knocked up. Pregnant.
I had my 20 week scan this morning.
I had the feeling all along that there was a little boy in my tummy. And was I right? I'll let you know tomorrow, when I've had time to digest the matter myself, and mull over the new status quo due in our house sometime next April. Is it another girl to make it three to my husband's one? Or are we going to be a house of equals; two girls, two boys?
Whatever the case, we're happy and blessed to be adding to our little family.
Ouch, but my boobs are bloody KILLING.