15 weeks tomorrow. It sure does seem like time is flying by… yet at the same time I’m so anxious for the next month to go by!! I cannot WAIT to find out what we have growing inside me, a boy-child or a girl-child. I’ve been thinking about which I would prefer, and I honestly, truly can not answer. Both just seem so wonderful to me. I’m going to be so thrilled either way!

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I need to stop leaving updating this as the last thing I do at night, when I’m too tired to remember what I was going to write. This journal is rather important to me, I need to keep up with it!

I want to say my nausea is improving (or, well, disappearing), but I’m afraid to jinx it. It’s gotten a little better. I’ve been able to keep most things down, although sometimes I wonder if it’s just because I’m avoiding everything that ever made me sick. But even tonight, we were at a halloween party and I was eating and eating and eating. And I never really felt sick. Hungry, yes. Sick, no.

Although today at work I did puke. I was working away in this one spot and a cat went and used the litterbox RIGHT next to me… it STANK. I went running into the house to heave a little bit. Grrrrr. Evil freaking cat.

And hungry, yes, hungry. Today at a party we went to, I was basically stationed by the food table, eating everything. I felt kind of bad, I ate practically all the chips and had like 2 or 3 cupcakes… in addition to sampling everything else on the table. Last night I was up late, and I’d eat something… then an hour later suddenly I was starving again. Today I ate before work, then had to drive to Subway a couple hours later to buy a sandwich. My boss was giving me a funny look as I ate it, back at work. Since I have very strange eating habits that usually garner some odd looks, I just figured that’s what it was, but then she said, “You’re eating like you haven’t seen food in days.” LOL! Well… it was good.

Despite all the eating, I’m still not putting on any weight. Maybe it’ll be different tomorrow morning, but this morning I got on the scale thinking for SURE I’d have put on a pound this week… and instead I was showing 140.something! (I started, at 4 weeks, at 142. I have been down to 139, then up to 141, but I have not yet hit 142 again!) I really hope the midwife doesn’t get upset about my lack of weight gain. She did kind of give me a frown last appointment when I’d lost 1-2 pounds… and that was 3 weeks ago. Oh well. Like I said to Kel, there’s not much I can do but eat… I’m not going to intentionally stuff myself just to gain weight. I’m sure it’ll happen when my body’s ready. (And I hope it doesn’t go overboard to make up for this!)

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A lot of my friends from my various pregnancy groups online are reporting that they’re feeling movement. I’m not. I don’t feel anything that I could even consider being movement from the baby… I don’t even feel “gas” movement. I think when I do feel something I’ll be confused for a while about what it is, and then shocked when I figure it out. lol

I’ve been feeling a lot of twinges still. More today than I was the past few days. Sometimes my left, sometimes my right. And today, while standing for any length of time at a party, I felt my cervix area (or something down low) ache really funny. Very reminicsent of my AF cramps I used to get – but much lighter. When I sat down I was fine. I kind of took it as my body’s way of requesting that I please sit down!

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Pregnancy hormones in full swing… a stupid disagreement/argument with Den resulted in me BAWLING my eyes out. WTF? We argue all the time over stupid shit, and I frequently get angry, but I can’t say that I frequently crawl into bed crying pitifully because of it. And before and after that episode, I was feeling VERY lovey-dovey all day.

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I “solved” the bra confusion…. umm, half of it. I measured myself, and my underbust is most definitely just under 32″. Then I looked up online… you’re supposed to add 5 to that to get your band size! So my band size would be around 37. Makes sense… I’m in a 36, and it fits just barely. So then I am supposed to take my overbust measurement around my boobs, which was 38″. Which, when applied with the band size, gives me 2″ difference which makes me a B cup. WHAT? I haven’t been a B cup in years. (And when I bought my 36C cup, I was measured for it at JCPenny and it fit perfectly.) So a) the lady who measured me screwed up in a big way, because she didn’t add 5 to the band measurement, and b) I still can’t figure out what cup size I’m “supposed” to be. How can i fit perfectly (actually, I’m bulging out *slightly*) of a C cup, yet I measure only 2″ difference? o.O Bras have always confused me… I think I give up. It’s obvious I’m a 36C for right now… and at least now I own a bra extender if the band gets too tight.