Week 15!

Second trimester already! Time flies...NOT NOT!

I was reading Karen Cheng's Snippets of Life on depression in pregnancy. Glad I'm no where near that yet, or hopefully ever. But I do feel older, grumpier, and uglier. Doesn't phase me too much at the moment, and I sure hope it won't get the better of me anytime soon or at all!

It is a roller coster. After a whole week of holding in vomit, it finally comes out and it feels horrible. Once or twice a week, there is one or two food items that I can enjoy without feeling sick. Everything's changing, thoughts, feelings, expressions, physical states, and levels of boredom.

Thank God I don't have manic episodes or depressive episodes, however it is easier to squeeze out tears- I still tear when watching RSPCA or any animal rescue program and I feel especially passionate about animals. Ahahh! It is very weird indeed! My love for my Precious Princess is growing stronger each day and I can't bear to watch an animal in distress without tearing up a little. Also, I can't help thinking "those bastards should only rot in hell" when I see ruthless humans mistreating innocent, needy animals. I know it's a bit crude, but that's what a baby does to ya!

Maybe it's trying to send a message. That it would grow up to rally for the welfare of animals and make a difference in the animal world. Or maybe it's the extremes of my own desires coming to surface as 'motherly instincts' kick in but manifests as the need to protect the poor vulnerable creatures.