Every little annoying symptom is more welcome than last time.
Every little symptom is the little tiny creature inside me saying, "I'm still here! Take care of me!"
Oh, but what I wouldn't give for a sack full of ginger candy.
My life is so confusing. It seems like this secret first trimester is the one with the most symptoms and yet no one can tell. You have no excuse for being moody, for suddenly acting shy because you're trying not to puke, for having to excuse yourself from the room yet again because the little monster makes me think I have to pee when I really don't.
This part is kind of fun, even with the stress of holding in a secret. I am usually a terrible secret keeper, but right now I am enjoying my little secret!
