After four months, it might be time for me to admit it. I am having symptoms. Lots and lots of symptoms. Much as I have been trying to deny it, the truth of it is unavoidable.
I say to myself, 'They say that the most common pregnancy symptom is fatigue. But I don't feel fatigued.' Then it hits me that I'm going to bed well before 9pm on most nights (right now, it's 7, and I'm thinking it might be time for a rest), and have been sleeping for well over my usual sleep needs...and still feel a bit tired. So, then I say to myself, 'Well, it's because I'm working so much more.' But no, that's not it.
I say to myself, 'I haven't had any morning sickness, isn't that cool?' Then it hits me that I'm increasingly plagued by nagging heartburn all the time, seemingly no matter what or when I eat. So, then I say to myself, 'Well, it's the cranberry juice you had after lunch.' But no, that's not it.
I say to myself, 'Wow, my weight is almost the same so far, and even though the weight I have seems to be a bit redistributed, my trousers still fit. I can't imagine ever getting super huge, ever.' At this point, nothing hits me, and there is nothing to respond to. I simply accept the fact that I am deluded.
I say to myself, 'My moods are pretty much the same, I'm not more sensitive than I was before. Yay me!' At this point, I tell this to Thor, and he just laughs. Actually, he's taken to calling me Moody.
And this is supposed to be the 'easy trimester'. It's going to be a long time til May, isn't it?