I am 14 weeks now and things seem to be changing so fast. Especially my body. I definitely have a belly now and it is nearly impossible to hide the fact that I’ve got a little something growing inside there. I am both pleased with this fact and disturbed by it. In some ways I couldn’t be happier to have others able to readily recognize that I’m pregnant from the outside (still most would be too polite to say anything). On the other hand, I am really struggling with my new shape and form. It is all changing so fast.

I knew the moment that I saw that first positive test that I was in for a few changes, but I didn’t really imagine how many would be in store and how quickly they would come. I find myself looking in the mirror as I get dressed in the morning and barely recognizing who I am.

My belly is bigger, as my hubby so kindly pointed out, it didn’t used to stick out further than my boobs.

My breasts are bigger. When I was on a vacation to visit family in America I made sure to get in a lot of maternity shopping. On the top of that list was getting fitted for new bras (my old, sexy, underwirey ones were no good anymore). Well, I got fitted into a few new bras that are comfy and supportive, but scary in their DD-ness. I mean really, how did they get that big? And will they stop?

My hair is drier. I totally can’t wash it every day anymore, if I did I would fear that I would have very little hair left on my head.

My skin is oilier and has more acne. How it is possible that my hair is drier and my face is oilier, I have no idea!

My ass is bigger and my thighs are smaller. Somehow all of my fat and weight just seems to be shifting. I have yet to gain a single pound (must be all the vomiting and lack of appetite) but I have drastically changed shape.

I am still vomiting. This is the one that I like the least. My current count is one vomit-free day (my previous record was 12) and I am really hoping that I make it through today. I usually do okay until it comes time to take the bus home in the evening. For whatever reason that usually gets to me. That and seeing a rice cooker filled with disgusting black mold (we forgot to empty and clean the rice cooker before we went to America, came back and it was totally disgusting). The protect-the-baby-upchuck-reflex worked pretty quickly with that one.

So that is what is going on with me these days. I am not feeling quite so tired (thank goodness) and am really hoping that the second trimester brings all the wonderful feelings that everyone promises (and soon). I am also hoping that I start getting used to everything that my body does. Right now it just seems so strange! I mean, really, there is a baby in there?! And it is making all this stuff happen?! Craziness!!