Who knew that being pregnant was hard work? Did you know? Oh, you did? Well, I just figured it out. It apparently takes a lot out of a girl to grow a human and I think I've only begun to realize the severity of it. Sure, the first two months were a bit of a hint: December and January flew by in a haze of nausea, lack of motivation and yawns from the couch in front of the TV. (I think the only really active thing I managed to pull off was going skiing and I only managed to do that for 2 hours before I was completely exhausted. Boy, I'm a weenie.) But, I just wasn't prepared for how tired I would feel at 8pm or how I always seemed to want to take a nap at 3pm everyday. Hard work, I tell you. Hard. Work.
But, February has arrived and with it, the second trimester. The glorious second trimester that I've been hearing so much about. "You'll have so much energy! You'll feel great!" Well, I'm still waiting for that to kick in, but while I wait, I had a wonderful little distraction named Mindy come visit for the weekend.
Mindy is also pregnant, about a month farther along, so we definitely lived it up for the weekend. Two pregnant girls on the loose, watch out Portland! We shopped, watched the food network, snacked, got pedicures, went to a movie, commiserated together about how tired we were. It was positively "girls gone wild".
No, actually, it was better than that. It was time spent with one of my best girls. I'm so lucky we get to go through this together.
B rips the skins and drops in one of the snowy glades.
