The First Trimester Strikes Back

I’m apparently the least educated pregnant lady on the planet. I’ve been walking around thinking I’m in my second trimester for a whole week, but turns out that I won’t turn that corner until next Wednesday. And the first trimester is letting me know that I’m not quite through with her yet.

Now, I don’t know if it’s my hypochondriac tendencies and it’s all psychological, but suddenly, I’m not feeling so well anymore. I had a brief upswing in energy during week 12, but so far week 13 is the pits. Today was the first day that I’ve had classic morning sickness. Not perpetual nausea and generally feeling queasy, but actual hugging the toilet morning sickness.

Luckily, Jillian had the great idea to get our pups together for a hike and the fresh air really calmed my tummy. We enjoyed some good exercise and beautiful Scottish Sunshine.

It was even warm enough to leave the gloves behind. Oh the little things…

The walk was great for Bailey as well, who had a blast running wild through the forest with her best buddy Angus, especially when it came to trudging through swampy ponds.

At one point she was literally covered from head to toe with mud, which to her is a sign of a successful outing.

Now that she’s been properly hosed down and shampooed, I’ve decided to properly enjoy the last week of my first trimester. This could potentially be one of the last stretches of time where I can relish in a sick day. I can keep my jammies on, watch TV  all day, order pizza, and just wallow in my fatigue and queasiness. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have 5 seasons of Amazing Race to watch…