TB3 is the size of a toy soldier.
The end of Week 11 bled into the beginning of this week. I came down with a very bad headache that lasted for about 2.5 days before just ending on its own. It pretty much took me out of the picture the entire time. Luckily, I came back around in time for TD2’s Popeyes Party and to celebrate my birthday.
As I come to the end of my first trimester, I’m starting to feel a little more settled. The general yuckiness of pregnancy has pretty much subsided. I’m not as worried about making things work with childcare and work. There’s still a lot to figure out, but I feel like I have a better handle on things now.
I did miss prenatal yoga again this week (that’s like 4 weeks in a row, but who’s counting). I’m a little bummed that between my schedule and not feeling well, I haven’t been able to stick to it, but I’m going to keep trying each week. Next week will be a play-it-by-ear situation as it really depends on how TD2 is recovering from her surgery, but I am determined to return for sure the week after that. Wish me luck!!!
Tomorrow is the start of a new week and a new trimester. Even though TD2 has her surgery tomorrow, she’s most excited that the baby is changing (new week, new size) on the same day. Can’t lie – I’m pretty excited to see what TB3 will be the size of next, too.