So far being pregnant feels pretty darn good.

Well, the first trimester was… unpleasant. Pleasant in that I was excited to be pregnant, but unpleasant in that morning sickenss sucks. Did you know that morning sickness can go on ALL DAY LONG. Yeah, it can. Way to go naming it morning sickness, y’all. I was actually fine in the morning, and most of the afternoon and then soon enough I’d find myself flat out on the couch watching hour after hour of How I Met Your Mother reruns, falling in and out of a drooling slumber and being a-okay with it. It wasn’t unbearable or anything just… unpleasant.

Now, I feel pretty darn good. My joints are Gumby-lax so when I sleep I crumple myself up in weird ways, I am all stuffed up in the mornings and I have very little tolerance for eating anything with a strong aftertaste, but other than that things are pretty much peachy.

More or less.

This is a photo of Kayloo crashed out after a nice 2 1/2 hour trek through the forest on Sunday. I actually had to ask John to slow down twice during our walk which, for my oh-so-competitive self, was a bit of a blow (What I wanted to say: You think you’re fast, do you? WATCH ME RUN UP THIS HILL BACKWARDS WITH YOU ON MY SHOULDERS WITH MY EYES CLOSED!!! YEEEEAHHH! What I said: Could you slow down a bit? Quit chuckling.) That night I hobbled around like a 90 year old woman who was 24 months pregnant. Holy CRAP. I was fine the next morning but my lower back/butt region does NOT like stomping up and down hills for that long, let me tell ya.

I don’t think it’s that big a deal, I was sore, not broken. Nothing a huge dinner with dessert and being waited on by John didn’t heal. I see many more treks like this in my future, I think I’m just going to have to get over my ego and slow the pace down a bit.

This baby is teaching me humility already.