Monday, August 29, 2011
Pregnant Lady Update
I've been a little quiet on the blogger-sphere recently and other than my pathetic rant last post I haven't said much about my pregnancy. (it still seems so weird to write the words "my pregnancy" btw) So I thought now would be a good time to give a pregnancy update while I'm feeling pretty upbeat and I'm having a day where I can actually eat :)
As of today I am 16 weeks and 5 days pregnant! whoo hooo! Almost half way there!
How am I feeling emotionally?: Some days are better than others. I basically cry over every SPCA commercial and sappy movie. The other day I was bawling as I watched the end of Toy Story 3...it was a moment. Mostly, though, my emotional flare ups are directed at my poor helpless husband and he has been such a trooper taking the heat of my angry hormones. I love that man.
How am I feeling physically?: The first 16 weeks of my pregnancy I spent very close to the porcelain throne here in our apartment. The morning sickness was ROUGH. But the past 5 days I've been able to eat real food, (read: hot dogs and taco bell) which has been especially exciting. Also, I am FINALLY rocking a little bump which has been really fun for my self esteem considering I was looking rather flabby there for a bit.
Weight. Let's talk about it: A whole 5 ounces! Oh you meant my weight? At my last prenatal appt I had actually lost 3 more pounds putting me at a total loss of 10 lbs since my first appt. My midwife assured me that this is perfectly normal and now that the morning sickness is subsiding I should be well on my way to the 25-30 lb recommended weight gain for pregnancy.
Cravings: The only craving I've really had so far has been IHOP pancakes. In my pre-pregnancy life i snuffed my nose at IHOP. It was not even an option for breakfast fair, and I would complain immensely if I was ever made to go there. But the past few months, the only food of substance that my poor stomach would succumb to has been two plain pancakes with maple syrup from IHOP and for that I am thankful.
What I'm wearing: It has actually been warm here in Washington (shocking, I know) so my clothing of choice has been tank tops that were too small to wear pre-pregnancy (they hugged all the wrong places) that are now surprisingly "bump-flattering". Who would have thought?? I haven't delved into the world of maternity jeans quite yet since my American Eagle skinny jeans are still hanging in there but i know its only a matter of time.
What I miss: I miss being able to do things like dishes or walking short distances without being out of breath and promptly requiring a nap afterward. Also I miss my smaller boobies (sorry for the over share) and having a cold one with my hubby.
What I'm excited for: I'm super excited to find out if its a little guy or gal in there (Sept 30th hurry up!!!) and to feel the baby kick for the first time. I think I've felt tiny movements or nudges but I'm not entirely too sure.
That's the glory of pregnancy so far. I'm sure its about to get a lot more interesting so stay tuned!
XOXO
T
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Early Pregnancy Complainer
Pregnancy has made me a level 5 complainer.
Granted I've always been toe-ing the line of negative nancy. I like people to know if I'm not feeling 100%, just so they don't think I'm being a jerk or something.
But pregnancy has made me a HARDCORE complainer. I feel that the majority of this is due to the intense morning sickness and exhaustion. And maybe a tiny bit because my husband doesn't give me any pregnancy sympathy, so I feel the need to over compensate.
So here it is:
Pregnancy sounds like such an awesome magical time until you are pregnant, and then suddenly you feel like an alien in your own body. My body belongs to the baby, not me. It is doing things that it has never done before (I'll spare you the TMI) and not doing things it used to do so regularly (like digest food). I just want to be able to eat a meal without the side effects that usually require Pepto-bismol. I want to be able to go to the grocery store without needing to sit down. I want to be able to sleep a full night without getting up to pee. I want to unload the dishwasher without needing a nap after.
I know all this will be more than worth it, but I'm seriously hoping things start looking up sooner rather than later.
I want to be one of those happy glowing pregnant people. Where do those people come from? and better yet, What is their freaking problem?!?
End. Complaint.
XOXO
T
Granted I've always been toe-ing the line of negative nancy. I like people to know if I'm not feeling 100%, just so they don't think I'm being a jerk or something.
But pregnancy has made me a HARDCORE complainer. I feel that the majority of this is due to the intense morning sickness and exhaustion. And maybe a tiny bit because my husband doesn't give me any pregnancy sympathy, so I feel the need to over compensate.
So here it is:
Pregnancy sounds like such an awesome magical time until you are pregnant, and then suddenly you feel like an alien in your own body. My body belongs to the baby, not me. It is doing things that it has never done before (I'll spare you the TMI) and not doing things it used to do so regularly (like digest food). I just want to be able to eat a meal without the side effects that usually require Pepto-bismol. I want to be able to go to the grocery store without needing to sit down. I want to be able to sleep a full night without getting up to pee. I want to unload the dishwasher without needing a nap after.
I know all this will be more than worth it, but I'm seriously hoping things start looking up sooner rather than later.
I want to be one of those happy glowing pregnant people. Where do those people come from? and better yet, What is their freaking problem?!?
End. Complaint.
XOXO
T
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Dear Baby
Dear Baby,
I am so happy to be able to write those words! I want you to know that I have every intention of writing in journals and making you a baby book but if I'm going to be honest with you (which you'll find is usually a good way to start a relationship with someone) I have to tell you that I am horrible at doing things with any regularity when it comes to writing. So this blog I have created, this living record of my life as it is this very second, is the best possible gift I can give to you. A snap shot of your growth and life as it began from before you even entered this world. I want you to know how loved you are, in this instance. I am so in love with you and I barely even know you. You, however, know me more already than anyone ever has. You are a piece of me. And from the moment those double red lines showed up I have felt the strongest, most primal need to protect you.When I heard your heartbeat for the first time, that feeling grew so swiftly that it brought tears to my eyes. I already know that you will be the single most amazing thing I have ever done, the best thing I have ever made, and the best idea I could ever have. I can't wait to meet you, baby.
Love,
Your Momma.
I am so happy to be able to write those words! I want you to know that I have every intention of writing in journals and making you a baby book but if I'm going to be honest with you (which you'll find is usually a good way to start a relationship with someone) I have to tell you that I am horrible at doing things with any regularity when it comes to writing. So this blog I have created, this living record of my life as it is this very second, is the best possible gift I can give to you. A snap shot of your growth and life as it began from before you even entered this world. I want you to know how loved you are, in this instance. I am so in love with you and I barely even know you. You, however, know me more already than anyone ever has. You are a piece of me. And from the moment those double red lines showed up I have felt the strongest, most primal need to protect you.When I heard your heartbeat for the first time, that feeling grew so swiftly that it brought tears to my eyes. I already know that you will be the single most amazing thing I have ever done, the best thing I have ever made, and the best idea I could ever have. I can't wait to meet you, baby.
Love,
Your Momma.
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