When I first found out I was pregnant, I was already in my fifth week. That first month is pretty chill because you actually count from your last period, so you’re technically not even pregnant for part of it. So I’m all like, “Hey, I can do this. I’m already five weeks pregnant, this is easy!”
In my last rambling, I talked about how you’re technically preggers 10 months and we’re all being lied to -- but I stand corrected, because apparently (so I’m told) it’s only around 9.25 months or something? It’s for sure feeling like 10 months though! Anyway, back to five weeks pregnant.
Pre-pregnancy, there was just one symptom
Before I peed on the stick, the only symptom I had was a bad case of itchy boobs. Just straight-up scratching the crap out of my breasts at any given time like a goddamn animal. It’s very difficult to get underneath your bra and get in some good scratching while you’re in public. Creative thinking is a must, but sometimes visceral reaction overrules and you just don’t give a fuck who sees.