One thing about pregnancy cravings is that when you do finally get that one thing that you've had a hankering for, you feel oh so goodly satisfied.
Today, I have to give a big thanks to Subway for providing me with the delicious 6" meatball sub with provolone. With my aversion to meat, this is my first dose of non-veg based protein in almost a week. Yum. Thank you.
Monday, March 29, 2010
7 Weeks!
I've officially made it to the 7 week mark! Woot-woot.
Status check:
Nausea? Check.
Exhaustion? Check.
Periodic strange cravings? Check.
Food aversions? Check.
Freaky-ass, weird, vivid dreams? Check.
Super human nose? Check.
Yep. Still pregnant.
Evidently, this week, my uterus will grow to the size of a grapefruit. Interesting. I know that's just the beginning of the growing, but still...when one has something the size of a grapefruit in their body, it usually isn't good news. Odd, isn't it?
I also have to give a shout out to my way sweet and supportive husband. I feel a bit like my body is playing a bait and switch on him. I have these new, fabulously large boobs that he is not allowed to touch as it will send me to howling tears. It's unkind, mother nature. Perhaps a payback of some kind. But the man is so understanding and wonderful. No doubt, he'll be an excellent dad with some killer patience.
32 weeks and 5 days to go...
Status check:
Nausea? Check.
Exhaustion? Check.
Periodic strange cravings? Check.
Food aversions? Check.
Freaky-ass, weird, vivid dreams? Check.
Super human nose? Check.
Yep. Still pregnant.
Evidently, this week, my uterus will grow to the size of a grapefruit. Interesting. I know that's just the beginning of the growing, but still...when one has something the size of a grapefruit in their body, it usually isn't good news. Odd, isn't it?
I also have to give a shout out to my way sweet and supportive husband. I feel a bit like my body is playing a bait and switch on him. I have these new, fabulously large boobs that he is not allowed to touch as it will send me to howling tears. It's unkind, mother nature. Perhaps a payback of some kind. But the man is so understanding and wonderful. No doubt, he'll be an excellent dad with some killer patience.
32 weeks and 5 days to go...
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Sweetest Decline
The horrors of the first trimester are true. I'm sorry girls, but they are. At least for me. Everyone is different and every pregnancy is different, blah, blah, blah, but I feel like shite.
My boobs are up a cup size and the brush of my nipple makes me want to cry. I mean ouch. Seriously, ouch! My digestive tract is rebelling with fury making these strange cravings and food aversions incredibly difficult to manage. For example, don't even think about making me eat any meat right now - I'm not interested in your chicken, or your steak, or your wild-caught salmon (a fave pre-preggo nosh). No. Ew. But yes, hand me that bottle of mustard and please let me squirt it directly into my mouth.
And I'm tired. Tiiirreed. Like whiny toddler tired. I've been going to bed around 9.30 every night, sleeping through the night, waking up groggy and queasy, feeling better for oh, an hour, then back to Mrs. Sleepy McSleepington.
But despite all these uncomfortable feelings, they make me feel better on the emotional side. Because the sore boobs and indigestion and exhaustion, I know, are all signs of a healthy pregnancy. And for that, I'm grateful. I'm glad I feel like shit.
33 weeks and 2 days to go...
My boobs are up a cup size and the brush of my nipple makes me want to cry. I mean ouch. Seriously, ouch! My digestive tract is rebelling with fury making these strange cravings and food aversions incredibly difficult to manage. For example, don't even think about making me eat any meat right now - I'm not interested in your chicken, or your steak, or your wild-caught salmon (a fave pre-preggo nosh). No. Ew. But yes, hand me that bottle of mustard and please let me squirt it directly into my mouth.
And I'm tired. Tiiirreed. Like whiny toddler tired. I've been going to bed around 9.30 every night, sleeping through the night, waking up groggy and queasy, feeling better for oh, an hour, then back to Mrs. Sleepy McSleepington.
But despite all these uncomfortable feelings, they make me feel better on the emotional side. Because the sore boobs and indigestion and exhaustion, I know, are all signs of a healthy pregnancy. And for that, I'm grateful. I'm glad I feel like shit.
33 weeks and 2 days to go...
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Little Flicker
This morning, I saw our little tiny baby's uber tiny heart beat. I was super lucky to score an appointment with our OB at 6 weeks, and even luckier that she immediately wanted to do an ultrasound. Everything looks great - we're progressing as scheduled, and that moment when I saw that wee little flicker like a tiny little pixel on a tv. Wow. I just lost it. Amazing stuff.
33 weeks and 4 days to go...
33 weeks and 4 days to go...
Monday, March 8, 2010
Paranoia
So, I am four weeks and one day pregnant. No period yesterday as suspected, so, good. Right?
It feels, however, that over the past 36 hours since I discovered the happy news that I have morphed into a paranoid lump of a person who cannot seem to pull away from the internet researching all the possible things that could go wrong with this pregnancy. I worry that it could all go wrong at any moment. The feeling is all-consuming, it's the only thing I can think about. And it's mixed with so much excitement as well. Pair this with the standard pregnancy woes of nausea, fatigue and boobs that feel like punching bags and I'm a hot mess at the moment. How do I keep a lid on all this emotion?
36 weeks and counting...
It feels, however, that over the past 36 hours since I discovered the happy news that I have morphed into a paranoid lump of a person who cannot seem to pull away from the internet researching all the possible things that could go wrong with this pregnancy. I worry that it could all go wrong at any moment. The feeling is all-consuming, it's the only thing I can think about. And it's mixed with so much excitement as well. Pair this with the standard pregnancy woes of nausea, fatigue and boobs that feel like punching bags and I'm a hot mess at the moment. How do I keep a lid on all this emotion?
36 weeks and counting...
Friday, March 5, 2010
Two Pink Lines
I couldn't wait any longer. It's two days before Aunt Flo's visit, but the afternoon fatigue and a co-workers passing "maybe your pregnant" comment got the better of me. So, as soon as I got home, I ran upstairs, ripped open the package and peed on a stick. I sat there with my pants around my ankles watching the results come in. Like election night. And then, s-l-o-w-l-y one pink line followed by another appeared.
The day before had been my 31st birthday. Great timing for such a special gift.
Grinning, I carried the test downstairs to our family room where my husband was sitting.
"Schmoop?" I called to him affectionately.
"Yeah?"
"Looks like I got a late birthday present."
He glanced over and saw me holding the test smiling. He smiled back. And here. We. Go.
37 weeks, 3 days and counting...
The day before had been my 31st birthday. Great timing for such a special gift.
Grinning, I carried the test downstairs to our family room where my husband was sitting.
"Schmoop?" I called to him affectionately.
"Yeah?"
"Looks like I got a late birthday present."
He glanced over and saw me holding the test smiling. He smiled back. And here. We. Go.
37 weeks, 3 days and counting...
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