Week 11 is all about bloating.
Holy fuck.
I eat and then I literally look like I’m 5 months pregnant.
It’s pretty amazing actually. But also extremely uncomfortable.
I am not showing yet, thank goodness. I know that when it starts, it’s not going to stop.
So, for now, I’m thankful to wake up each morning and see the bloat is gone…Until I eat 5 minutes later…
My anxiety is on point this week!
I am so incredibly short fused with everything and everyone.
It feels as though it is directed towards the kids, in particular, Raelynn.
I don’t know what it is, but she is a complete psycho when we get home. Not necessarily in a bad psycho way. But, you know, a typical toddler psycho way.
She screams and sings at the top of her lungs, “LET IT GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. LET IT GOOOOOOOOOO” She runs around the entire house like a mad woman. “Mommy look at this…Daddy watch this…” Next it’s her and Briar both screaming as loud as they possibly can usually because they looked at each other the wrong way.
I feel like it’s just been a lot this week.
I find myself losing all composure at the drop of a pin. Screaming and yelling at the kids, especially Raelynn…and for what? For being a freaking toddler? For singing her favorite song? For running around the house and playing with her toys?
Seriously, who the fuck am I?
I can’t tell you how many times I punished them or I was screaming at them to calm down. The littlest thing set me off.
One night after we put them to bed, I told Scott that I had zero patience and he agreed. I knew I was being irrational, but I couldn’t help it.
This week was the first time I was sad that I stopped taking my CBD oil.
I stopped taking it as soon as I found out I was pregnant. For me, it’s a miracle that I’m pregnant this time to begin with, so I do not want to do anything to fuck it up. For me, there just isn’t enough research to support me taking it while pregnant. I realize there are some women that drink and do drugs and smoke cigarettes during their entire pregnancy, and have perfectly healthy babies. But that’s not me. I just cannot bring myself to take any unnecessary risks.
This was going to be an extremely long pregnancy if my emotions continued like this.
Overall, I was starting to feel better. No real nausea anymore. Definitely still having some food aversions. But, OMG, I can eat the hell out of some sugary shit this week. Major, major sweet tooth. In particular, I wanted sour things, Sweet Tarts, Sour Patch Kids, Nerds, Pixie Sticks. But I was not opposed to chocolate either. I could just feel the pounds packing on my midsection. Overall, I was happy to just been feeling better.
I went 3 times this week…but I didn’t record my workouts.
FAILURE. 🙁
