I am laughing at silly things until tears roll down my cheeks.
I am getting heavier and life is getting a tad tougher.
I am forgetting things; for someone as organized and reliable as me, this can be quite disturbing.
I am finding it difficult to sleep, and yet I can nap at most times.
I am getting clumsier by the minute, dropping things and tripping and slipping for no apparent cause.
I can't concentrate, and I drift away into nothingness ever so often.
I am finding the simplest of actions is turning out to be a challenge.
I am becoming more of a sweet tooth than usual, yearning for chocolates and sweets and ice creams every other day.
I am sweating like I never have before, and I find the coolest rooms warm.
I am able to control my temper a wee bit better, but I also get emotional and detached at times.
I am more careful about my exercise routine, but I cheat on my drinks and junk food.
I think my hearing and vision has slightly diminished, and my sensitivity has slightly increased.
I get tearsome at the tiniest of stuff - when something is genuine, when someone is upset, when I am touched or hurt, or just about anything at all.
I am meeting more and more pregnant people.
I am being pampered by family, and my friends and colleagues are taking good care of me,
I am excited... and nervous... and scared... and hopeful.
All at the same time.
I am not going to be a child anymore, though my kiddishness will remain intact and become even more expressed now.
It's a new world, and a new experience.
I am loving this feeling, this warmth, this affection and softness inside me.
Wish me luck!