The title of this post really says it all, I'm afraid. My weekend, all three days of it, was wonderfully boring. I did just a little housework. A little knitting. A little napping. A few errands. Part of me wishes I had been more productive, but the rest of me just doesn't really care. I guess the only real problem is that I now have absolutely nothing to blog about. Well nothing interesting at least.
Things seem to be progressing on the pregnancy front. I am now 8 weeks and 1 day, and my next glimpse of Spot is now less than a week away. In the meantime, I am trying to take assurance in the statistics I found via Dr. Google and assuming that everything is just fine. I think I'll feel better after the ultrasound. And a little better after I pass the 10 week mark. And a little better after I finish the 1st trimester. And a little better after the 20 week ultrasound. And a little better after I actually give birth to a living human being. But of course actually having a child will kick-off a whole new cycle of worry I'm sure.
Now on to symptoms, which I'm pretty sure nobody but me cares too much about. I am happy to report much relief in the constipation department and things seem to be *ahem* moving along. I still don't really have what I would call morning sickness, but my stomach frequently takes on a general feeling of discontent. Also instead of cravings, I've found myself repulsed by some of my favorite foods like pepperoni pizza and coffee. Oh and I'm still tired but the exhaustion is not nearly as bad as it was a week ago. So basically I'm feeling fine and not particularly pregnant.