Growing a baby from scratch...

I'll be the first to admit that pregnancy was not my favorite experience. Considering how amped I was to be in that state, I was shocked at how tired and nauseous I was. Other women have most definitely had it worse than I did, but damn, it still wasn't easy. Oh, and I was also a raging bitch. I tried to tone it down as much as I could, but everything and everyone was so irritating. You are allowed to have a limited amount of caffeine in pregnancy, but nothing sounded appealing in those early days, especially a cup of coffee...bleh.

One of my most vivid memories of my first trimester was going to the park outside my work at lunch hour and taking a nap on a bench or in the grass. Luckily it was late spring so it was the perfect temperature, but that hour never seemed long enough.

(As a side note, there's a few reasons I've decided to continue my blog now after being inactive for so long. As a previously aspiring-preggo girl, and later an emotionally insane postpartum momma, I know I scanned blogs of women going through similar experiences. At first I combed the internet for what it was like to get pregnant, and after giving birth I was desperate to read about other women surviving postpartum depression and anxiety (I'll discuss this later). Additionally, I've done a terrible job at writing in the baby book, and think this is a good way to make up for some of that negligence).

Here's one of my first pregnant selfies: