My baby green olive has graduated from a mere embryo to a fetus. Like its now starting to look like a.. b a b y. Too bad I wouldn't be able to hear his/her heartbeat yet as I am not slated to see my OB till August.
On the other hand, my waistline expanded! Although I still don't look like pregnant, but I feel like I have this muffin-top figure already. or may be i'm exaggerating. Also, I feel tired easily, like i ran a bloody 20-mile marathon. My sibs and mom used to call me a sloth but pregnancy made me even more lazy. I just had enough energy being glued to the couch with the remote on my hand. If I'm not at work, I usually list down the things I need to do. But it's now a feat if I scratch at least two items on the to-do list these days.
While I lay aimlessly on the couch, I couldn't help but cast my eyes on the carpet and how I want to vacuum the bedroom. But on top of low energy, my smell is soo uber keen like I thought i've metamorphosed into a bionic woman. I can smell every freaking bloody stink. Hence, the Lysol obsession.
so much for "joys" of pregnancy. oh well, just enjoy the ride I guess.
i need my rest. ciao for now.
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