8 Weeks today, and my baby is the size of a raspberry.
My boobs, however, are much larger. MUCH larger.
Broke out the bigger over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders this week. (Bonus points if you name the movie!)
How far along: 8 weeks
Total weight gain: down a pound
Maternity clothes: Not yet, still too paranoid to buy anything except a bella band. Definitely need to do some shopping, as everything else I own is form-fitting and it's getting pretty obvious that I'm pregnant. Or fat.
Stretch marks: Just the ones from speedwork. Damn them.
Sleep: Going to bed at 9:00 is nice! Getting up at 4:45 to run is not.
Best moment of this week: Family photo shoot!
Miss anything: Coffee. I'm not anti-caffeine, but the smell and thought of hot coffee makes me want to puke.
Movement: Nope. Raspberries are pretty tiny.
Food cravings: Carbs, carbs, carbs. Last week I ate leftover chicken lo mein at 10:30 because it was the only thing that sounded good. I also made a meal out of rice and stuffing.
Anything making you queasy or sick: coffee and yogurt, my breakfast staples. Sad!
Have you started to show yet: I'm awfully bloated and I look pregnant. My SIL called me out over the weekend. Still a secret, but I'm running out of tent-like clothes to wear to work.
Gender: No idea. No guesses.
Happy or moody most of the time: Cranky, crabby, pissy, whiny, you name it. And I cry about everything. EVERYTHING.
Looking forward to: Day trip to DC next Tuesday. I have just enough time between the end of the conference and my plane taking off that I can make it to Georgetown Cupcake or Ben and Jerry's. OR BOTH!!