Pregnancy's honeymoon?

Supposedly the second trimester (which, depending on who you talk to, I'm officially into) is considered the "honeymoon" phase of the pregnancy. Ha! Still waiting for that to happen. More on that later. First, let's talk about the Donger.
This week, according to my Your Pregnancy Week by Week book (thanks Mandy!), Donger's crown-to-rump length is 3.2 to 4.1 inches. He/She is about the size of my fist (have they actually seen my fist, or are they guessing?) and weighs about 1 ounce.
The Donger's ears have moved from the neck to the sides of the head. I think we'll start reading to him/her (okay, enough with the gender-neutral pronouns. I'm just going to alternate.) soon, and playing music, but I'm not sure at what point he can hear us. Eyes have been moving gradually to the front of the head. The neck continues to get longer, and the chin no longer rests on the chest. Supposedly, we can tell at this point whether it's a boy or a girl, but really it's not reliable until around 20 weeks with an ultrasound, so we won't have that news until then.
Here's a link to a 3D ultrasound picture of a 14-week-old fetus (Should we call it Sam? That's a nice, classic, gender-neutral name.) Sam at 14 weeks
Okay, enough about the Donger. Let's talk about me for a while.
Like I said, it still ain't no honeymoon. I'm not sick anymore ... well, not with nausea anyway. But I'd say I'm pretty much incapacitated every night after dinner because of various indigestion issues (you don't want to know). Last week I was basically useless. I'm hoping this week is a little better.
Really, it all comes down to the fact that I'm uncomfortable all the time. I've gained 5 pounds at this point, which doesn't seem like a lot. But, it's pretty much the most I've ever weighed, and it's all concentrated in my waist area, putting pressure on my lower back (which was in pretty bad shape before I got pregnant b/c of my scoliosis). Think I'm a wuss? Yeah, I sort of do too. I mean, it's going to get a heck of a lot worse before it gets better, right? Okay, well, try this (thank you, dear husband, for the idea): strap a 5-pound bag of sugar to your belly and try going about your business as usual. Not comfortable, right? How about if I post how much I've gained every week, and you add that amount of weight to it. That'd be fun!
All right, all right, enough with my complaining. On Friday I went shopping for maternity clothes for the first time. My jeans haven't fit for a couple weeks, and I got tired of wearing sweatpants every day. It was pretty cool to be able to start from scratch with a wardrobe. I haven't spent that much money on clothes in a long time (like, ever), but I had to do it, so I don't feel guilty about it (not really). Then I went on Saturday again, then I ordered more online this morning. Shopping has regained some of its appeal. It was pretty amazing too. I'd been going around feeling like a big lump, in sweats and t-shirts (my usual attire, but still), trying to avoid spending money on new clothes. It was like I was the only one in the world who'd ever been pregnant. My first time in the dressing room, I tried on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and all of a sudden I looked normal. Not even pregnant, just normal ... and comfortable. So now, I'm all about not trying to make my regular clothes fit. I mean, maternity clothes are made for people like me. Well, sort of like me, but taller, and not as small, and more pregnant ... but more on that some other time.