Seriously week 12?! Spud is now the size of a plum?! I can hardly believe it. And this is when you're "supposed" to tell people you're pregnant...or so my books say. Ha. That would be absolutely impossible for me. I don't really believe in holding back information, it may be a flaw of mine.
Anyways... 12 weeks! I feel good. Yup. Just tired, which I am getting accustomed to my routines of sleep now. Oh yeah and I need to buy new scrub tops. I feel like I just can't breathe in my current ones. I'm not a fan of figure-hugging scrubs. And I also bought my first white maternity t-shirt. It fits much better. Pretty big deal. Maternity pants still horrify the heck out of me, but I will probably be singing a different tune later on. I hardly fit in normal pants with a normal body (being 5'11 is tough), so that will be a delima for further down the road.
This week I turn 28, which is another crazy hurdle for me in my mind. I feel so old, I love it. But this year I'm pregnant. I can't say that for any other birthday I wanted or wished to be pregnant- so it feels good to want this baby with every cell in my body and so far everything is going great.
Usually for birthdays- seeing how both Matt and I have October birthdays- we go out to dinner on "our" night and usually give each other a small gift. But it's our choice for dinner...a date night. My choice is always sushi. And this year is no different. However, I have the veggie and cooked fish "sushi" dishes all planned out and I will not be getting a Sapporo. This should also be a nice portion of protein for spud. Yay! I can't wait!