Not much new on the pregnancy progression front; still growing a belly, still nauseous and pukey but eating better (relatively speaking) and easily winded. As in, I walk up one flight of stairs and am huffing and puffing in the most embarassing way. I'm ready for activation of my second trimester super powers any time but they are still MIA. Was I supposed to fill out a form or something?
People have been saying weird things to me. More than one coworker has heard about my pregnancy and approached with with congratulations, which is very nice until they get to the follow-up questions. Just this morning, in fact, I ran into a colleague in our cafeteria who was giddy with excitement (why are 50+ year-old woman so excited about pregnancy? I find it odd and somewhat disturbing). After the usual "how are you feeling, how far along" questions, her manner became very serious and she said "you're going to need help, you know" followed by "there's no way I could do it." To which I replied "no shit, Sherlock yes, we'll probably need a hand" and "I really don't have a choice WTF? seriously?."
It's like people think I'm sitting around eating sushi and soft cheese with a glass of wine while ordering baby Uggs and silver rattles online. Don't get me wrong, I am in no way offended by such comments, I just can't imagine that anyone who knows of our situation would think we were doing anything other than obsessively running through our options and trying to prepare for the parenting tsunami heading our way. Trust me, people who have never been pregnant with triplets, this scares me way more than it does you.
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