It’s official…I have begun talking to my belly.

I haven’t had much tenderness in the chestorial region of my body since I’ve been knocked up; except for at night when I sleep.  Well, that all changed this morning.  Week 11 and the soreness has kicked in, but just the left side.  Dude, I almost forgot…this week the bean is officially a fetus! Woo Hoo!  I read on one of the many baby blogs that I have been scouring that my little guy or gal is the size of a lime right about now.

For some reason I want a margarita right about now.  Is that bad? YES!!!! that is bad, no you can’t have a margarita (-derek)

My left “girl” is really itchy today.  I keep scratching it but it just won’t stop.  I thought my boobs were supposed to hurt not itch.

So I have been trying to eat a ton of good stuff with just a little bit of the bad stuff thrown in.  What fun is it being pregnant if you cant indulge once in a while.  I have been throwing back a ton of yogurt, water, OJ, bananas, grapes, mango, strawberries, raspberries, and kiwi.  I’m really enjoying eating all of this fruit, but my grocery bill sure doesn’t like all the dollar signs that appear on it.  Fruit is WAY TOO expensive.  I wonder if all of this fruit will cause my blood sugar to rise?  That would suck.  The entire point of eating all of this fruit is to be healthier.  This stupid pain in my tail bone has lasted all day and got worse the longer I sat in my work chair. The last 45 minutes of the day I decided to just get up and walk around.  I couldn’t stand to sit any longer. OUCH!  I layed in bed for a while after work and the pain started to fade.  I sit properly in my chair at work. I think it’s just that the part I sit on may not have enough padding. Not that my ginormous rump roast doesn’t have enough padding for three people.  SERIOUSLY!

This morning I was brushing my teeth and when I tried to walk from the hallway back into the bathroom to spit and rinse…I couldn’t.  There were no smells, nothing gross that caught my eye…I just couldn’t.  I felt like I would yak if I went in there.  So, I had to go to the kitchen, grab a cup and do my spit and rinse in there.  Weird.  I really am looking forward to the day  that we find out the gender of the baby, but I don’t want to rush and stand to miss enjoying this part of my pregnancy either.  Today at lunch our friend Erin gave us the coolest onesies.  One is Mr. T (I pity the fool), one is a sock monkey w/ a banana on the toosh, and the third is a Schrute Farms onesie (I love The Office).  I can’t wait for the bean to get big enough to wear them.  They are 6-12 month sizes.

I’m not even 25% of the way through this pregnancy and I’m already getting impatient.  It’s like I was telling Derek last night….this portion of pregnancy is almost “boring”.  Let me explain.  The excitement of just finding out that you are expecting has faded, you don’t really have a belly yet to rub and love on, there are no little kicks or hiccups to feel and get excited over, it’s too early to find out the sex so you can’t even REALLY start shopping for your registry.  I know I will soon regret saying that it feels almost boring, but I’m just speaking the truth.  It doesn’t make the love I already feel for my unborn child fade, or make me take less care of myself.  I don’t want to miss a single moment of my baby brewing experience, but I am such an impatient person when it comes to knowing that I have something wonderful heading my way.  And believe me, I think this is WONDERFUL.