Yes, that's right. I'm nearly 4 months pregnant with number three.
I chose to live the first trimester in secret and sickness. Just wasn't ready to announce. I think I really struggled in the beginning because I was still nursing Hot Dog. Nursing and growing a human really really takes it out of you. I've never been so exhausted. I found myself not even making it to 730 pretty much every night. Now that I've cut Hot Dog off and turned a corner into the second trimester, life is getting easier.
As always, I'm still running. Pregnancy will never stop me from running no matter how tired and sick I am. It's just in my blood. I've been really surprised that I am still wearing my jeans. With Riley I got rid of jeans at 11 or 12 weeks. I'm still comfortably buttoning most pants. It's a little added treat for the ridiculous first trimester I had.