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Superhuman

  I just realized that my last few posts have enumerated many of the less-than-delightful side effects of pregnancy.
  So I want to take a moment to list off some of the things that this pregnancy has improved- improved to the point where I feel I am verging on superhuman.

  Weight Loss: That’s right- LOSS. Turns out, two solid months of non-stop nausea and vomiting on a eerily regular schedule can actually lead to dropping a few pounds. Or almost ten pounds, in my case.
  Now I am entering the healthy weight gain stage, but that does not lessen the feeling of success I have after the first trimester.

Human Noise Machine: Granted, the noises I can produce at inhuman volumes are a select few- namely, belching and uncontrollable sobbing- but boy, if a 7th grade boy challenges me to a belch-off, I can SO win that. And if I get lost in the wilderness, I will easily be found by the sound of hormonal wailing over nothing.
  Which brings me to…

  Never Get Lost in the Wilderness- For Long: Because of that loud sobbing that I just mentioned, above.

  All-You-Can-Eat, 24-7: See, this child I’m growing inside me is taking HUGE developmental strides, like, constantly. And that requires a lot of nutrients. So I now eat about 6-8 small, healthy, balanced meals a day. And then one or two unhealthy snacks. In fact, the only time I stop eating for more than an hour or two is for this…

  Best Sleep of My Life: At least for now, I sleep soundly for ten or eleven hours every night/morning/late morning (all of them- I sleep a LOT.) I have always considered myself a pro sleeper, but this really is the deepest sleep of my life. And it’s not boring, because…

  Dreams Crazier than TV: Sci-fi, drama, reality TV- it all pales in comparison to the dramatic and imaginative reaches my dreams attain. 

  New Appreciation for High Heels:  Something about the bloating, tummy expansion, and breakouts really makes a gorgeous, feminine pair of shoe all the more attractive. Immediate confidence boost- not to mention that extra two inches of height can help you feel slimmer.

  Oh, and there is a TINY PERSON GROWING INSIDE ME: Which is amazing, a bit terrifying, miraculous, and beautiful all at once.

  Do I feel superhuman? Not most of the time. Am I superhuman? Quite possibly. Either way, pregnancy is pretty incredible, all things considered.

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