Week twelve.  Nathan was out of town on Spring Break so I have no photo of my belly at eleven weeks.  Oh, well, not much difference, anyway.  I have no idea why the photo is so crooked!

Weeks eleven and twelve were definitely a bit better than previous weeks, though it’s still a stretch to say that I am enjoying this pregnancy as much as I have enjoyed my previous two.  These past few weeks, the biggest change has been that I’ve come to rely on a drug to feel better – something I never thought I’d do!  I guess all pregnancies really are different!  Zofran has been my best friend, my confidant, my rock, my lover.  (Okay, that last one is a bit of a stretch.)  I’ve appropriately renamed it Zofriend. 

Anyhoo, seeing as how my insurance only covers twelve pills at $12, I have been rationing them in case I need them for our upcoming trip.  I do have two more refills left, but I am hoping to start feeling better any day now and actually NOT need to fork over the added $24.

I’ve been able to get back to the gym recently and am enjoying the elliptical as usual but not enjoying having to monitor my heart rate and stay at around 140 beats per minute.  Irritating.  I am used to just freely going about my cardio routine until I can feel myself in the fat burning zone.  I guess all of that is kinda pointless now anyway, huh?  I am however, liking the fact that I can ignore my abs and any exercises that go along with that part of my anatomy!  Looking forward to toning more of my arms and legs.

Still, I’m not 100% back to being me but I am hoping that I am turning a corner.  David has been an unbelievably helpful and supportive husband, though.  And I’m serious about that.  I’ve never loved him more than I do right now.  It feels nice to know he’s got my back.  And he darn well better – this whole thing is partly his doing, right?  ♥