So, yeah... That was me yesterday. "This pregnancy has been awesome! All is rockin'. My body? She loves me."
And then I ate spicy chicken fingers (not wings, because they're elbows) and I was nauseous and worthless the rest of the day. My daily chocolate milk fix? Just aggravated it! That awesome cookie from Starbucks? I thought I was in hell.
Today, the tummy is growing. I can feel the ligaments stretching. I was doubled over this morning between that and the nausea. I had forgotten that growing pains sucked so much.
But really, I'm not complaining. I'm humbly admitting that things aren't perfect. And also, I'll remember to knock on wood the next time I talk about how easy this has been.