I finally got an email from Big J after not hearing from him since Easter. He came in contact with some sort of toxin/poison and nearly killed himself. Thankfully there was a woman from Doctors Without Borders on board their boat who realized something was seriously wrong and was able to get him to a hospital. He is okay now.
I am not. I need him to come home. I can not deal with this. Not hearing from him for three days was bad enough, this is just the final straw. You had a nice vacation, hunny, now GET BACK HERE YOU ASS.
Ugh. Also, I am glad I had the common sense to NOT go down to peru. Baby is nice and safe rigth here on my moms couch.
I think I am going to go cry now.
I need to stop referring to Baby J as a he because I am almost 90% positive I am having a girl. My “big scan”, as they all refer to it in my doctors office, is the 29th of this month. That is so soon. Where has the time gone?
Literally all I have eaten since arriving here is sushi. I cant get enough. And tons of fruit.
Also, if I didn’t know I was pregnant I would have no idea I was. I have absolutely NO symptoms except having to pee every ten minutes. Im not tired, nauseous, my boobs don’t hurt. I think this child went into hibernation.
I’ve lost a bunch of weight since arriving. We walk probably around 5-6 miles a day, plus swimming, and my appetite has been supressed from the heat. I am now rocking a pretty noticeable bump. I love it.
Okay this had been a post.