Feeling the weight..

The weight of the world? Life? No, I'm feeling the weight of this baby!

I am once again reminded that I am not one of those women who like to be pregnant. This pregnancy has mimic'd my very first pregnancy. I had debilitating nausea for 16 weeks with my daughter and then with this one. The repeat of the first had me convinced that I was having another little girl. Then the ultrasound proved me wrong.

Me? Wrong? Not possible. It's my body for heaven's sake, I should know what I remembered the first time. Although this time it is a bouncing baby boy...and I mean bouncing.

I am getting beaten up from the inside and there is nothing I can do but take it. I know, this too shall pass, but I'm finding that time tends to slow down in the not so comfortable stages of pregnancy. And I am there...in the uncomfortable stage.

I wince while I walk because this little one likes to sit low. I'm at the waddling stage which I hate, but cannot help. This time around I get dizzy easily and go from not being thirsty to feeling like I've been wandering through the desert for days. Ahhhh...the joys of pregnancy...NOT!