the end of one era, the beginning of another

So, with  my mad match skills, I figure that 40 divided by 3 is 13.3333.  33% of a 7 day week is 2.1.  What this all means is that if today is 13 weeks plus 4 days for me and this babe, then I am into my 2nd trimester!!!  Woo Hoo for team eggs and swimmers!!!!  What does this mean for me, the mamma?  Well... let's see, it means that I have taken the plunge and bought new (reads bigger) underwear.  Unsuccessfully at that.  For the last ?? years I have always bought my underwear from VS.  Since I am hoping that this need for a size upgrade is temporary, I didn't want to pay VS prices, so I went to Target.  1st mistake.  I bought 3 packs of 3 (2nd mistake), took them home, unwrapped them all and washed them all (3rd mistake).  This morning I was like....woo hoo, I've got some new panties to wear and I put a pair on.  YIKES!!!  Not all sizes are created equally.  What I thought would be more than ample room for my expanding thighs (the "old ones" were cutting into me... very sad sight to see) ended up being, um... let's say snug.  The thing it, the material is not stretchy AT ALL.  What?  Aren't underwear supposed to be sort of stretchy??  Weird.  So now... I am stuck with 9 pair of underpants that I'm not really happy with.  Now... don't be gross.  I wouldn't have returned the pack I wore... but if I didn't make mistake #3, I could at least return the 2 packs that should've been untouched.

What else?  Well... the nausea seems to have subsided... at least the kind that stuck with me all day.  Now it's just comes and goes... which I'm totally fine with.  

The tits still kill... I mean, even the shower water hitting them =  Whoa Nelly!... I can't imagine little babe sucking on these sensitive parts... OUCH!

I'm still tired.  Where is that 2nd trimester energy I keep hearing about?  Mind you... before little babe came along, I'd be constantly on the go.  Get home from work, attend to whatever project needed tending to, eat dinner, maybe work a little more and go to bed.  Rinse and repeat.  Now?  Oh geez, I get home from work exhausted and get on the couch for a little nappy poo.  Keep in mind that pre-babe, I couldn't take a nap if my life depended on it.  I'm talking I could run a marathon and still be unable to catch a nap.  No problem these days.  My how things change!

The big thorn in my side is cleaning out and emptying my art studio.  This is going to be the babe's room and I'm super stoked to start decorating it, but it is so full of STUFF.  I have to pack it up in some sort of neat and orderly fashion and stack it up in the garage.  I can't even get started.  It's so sad.  Organizing is a favorite pastime of mine too.  I can't muster up the energy to just do it.  UGH!

What else?  Oh... the stories about pregnancy hair being all great and full and luscious and delicious are a big load of crap.  My hair is lifeless and dull and blah.  My nails however grow like mad.  Still not complaining.... just reporting.  

I think that's it for now, but I can't remember... pregnancy brain has definitely set in!!!