So. You guys. I am nineteen weeks pregnant today. And I know that you’ve all noticed that I haven’t posted since week sixteen. NOT. Hey, I never said I would be consistent. In fact, I even said I wouldn’t be in my About Me section. So. There. But. I am still alive. And still pregnant. Rose and I have been visiting my family in California for almost two weeks. It has made me miss California. Miss the beautiful weather, and the way life is lived outdoors. And Rose loves it too. Because we are always outside. Always. But. It reminds me of being pregnant with her. And I keep remembering where I was at nineteen weeks with her. And how freaking sick I was. And how I could not stop thinking about the fact I was pregnant for a second. I was so preoccupied with the pregnancy that it is amazing that I was able to accomplish anything other than being pregnant. By nineteen weeks with Rose, I had already been into Labor and Delivery Triage with cramping. I had lost a lot of weight. Pregnancy was a job in itself with my first pregnancy- which was difficult because I had a job and school that needed to be tended to as well. Every week seemed to drag on and on and on. This time around? Haven’t even called my doctor with issues. I often forget I’m pregnant. I do still feel sick, and exhausted is my constant state of being. I’m still not sold on the second semester being the best- not much has changed yet. But. I’m not huge (yet). I can keep food down even without the constant help of Zofran (usually). And I think that I’ve started to keep the craziness in check (sorta… those around me probably disagree). I could write more, but I want go enjoy my last days in California- I have no idea when I’ll be back, how huge I might be, or how many kids I will have with me (although, no more than two, I assure you).