Second trimester arrives. Really this time.

I almost smacked BabyCenter.com in the face last week when it told me that, no, I wasn't "officially" in the second trimester until the END of my 13th week, even though my doctor told me otherwise and most of the rest of the Internet did, too. BabyCenter is a bitch. And even though I should have just trusted my doctor, I couldn't get over the nagging feeling that the horrible part wasn't over, cuz BabyCenter and its bitch self said so.

But today-- TODAY-- I am 14 weeks. So BabyCenter can kiss me and my one-third of the way done ass.

The good thing about officially being in the second trimester is that a lot of the more-horrifying symptoms are gone. No more overwhelming nauseau, or sudden crying (yet) or boobs that hurt so bad that I seriously, seriously contemplate the practicality of injecting them with novicaine all over them (is that even possible? Someone should look into that).


But as happy as I am about those things, there's something weird about normal. How can you feel normal when there is a HUMAN growing inside of you? I find myself forgetting all the time. I forgot to take my pre-natal vitamin last night, and I'd been taking them religiously. I forgot to only drink ONE diet coke, and I grabbed another one on my way to work this morning.

See, holy shit, I'm drinking ANOTHER ONE NOW and I didn't even think about it until I just wrote that.

I've been looking at stuff on the internet other than labor stories and pregnancy health info and hormone-infused BabyCenter forum debates, like fashion blogs and political blogs and ohmygod Jezebel! How I've missed you. I've been reading Tropic of Cancer instead of wading through What to Expect. I've been shooting up crack and driving without my seatbelt and letting people use my stomach as a punching bag.

It all feels so good until it hits me that everything has, in fact changed. That just because I'm not vomitting doesn't mean this isn't happening. And then I'm wracked with a ton of guilt and Tropic of Cancer starts to seem less page-turning.

I need to find a happy medium.

And, FYI, I have a really hard time updating on Thursdays and Fridays, because those are my hardcore days at work where I usually work double shifts overnight and spend my off-time during the day doing nothing but SLEEPING.