17 Weeks

*I thought I was all caught up and stuff on the backlogged baby posts but alas, I was wrong.  So NOW I'm caught up.  This one is basically me complaining.  What's new, right??? 

6/2/11

I almost had a panic attack on the way home today when I couldn't get my Belly Band off that was suffocating me and my jeans were cutting into my stomach.  Holy crap I wanted all of it off me.  This involved trying to pull the belly band up, without pulling my shirt up (I was at a stop light), removing the hair band acting as a pants-button, and just getting comfortable... with the seat belt on and in traffic.  I managed it and was. so. relieved.

I've gained three lbs. in the last two weeks, still leaving me under my technical starting weight.  At my last appointment, I weighed and I hadn't gained and the nurse said that was all good and fine.  I am scared to death to gain too much weight.  Now that my appetite is back for the most part, I've realized I need to really keep an eye on what I'm putting in mah booodddeeeee. 

So far, I've craved hot dogs with mustard, potato salad (heavy on the mustard) (and hallelujah that it's summertime and this food is in season!), bologna sandwiches, fresh fresh pineapple, and the new strawberry lemonades from McD's.  Oh yeah... and there was the day I HAD to have Chef Boyardee's Mini Raviolis.  Let's keep in mind I've not eaten Chef Boyardee anything for twenty plus years... but I had to have it.  The whole time I was eating it, I was thinking, "This is so good... this is disgusting... yum... why am I eating this?"  I've also kinda ditched my long love of chocolate and ice cream.  I want sour fruity candy when I do want candy... there's still Easter candy in my pantry (this is SO unlike me!).

I'm sporting a baby gut now and I kinda love it.  I'm ready to look more pregnant... but I'm not ready for it to be in the way... because it kinda gets in the way now.  I saw a girl I haven't seen in three years a few nights ago and was wearing a shirt that made it clear there was a belly there, and my constant fear is that I just look fat.  Anyway, I see this girl all night, and just when she's about to leave, me being knocked up comes into conversation... she says, "You're pregnant??? How far along are you? (disgusted and shocked look on her face)"  I answer 16 weeks or 4 1/2 months.  She seriously looks me up and down (disgusted look still on face), "You don't look pregnant at all."

Ugh.  I'm trying to prepare myself for people who want to piss on my parade but c'mon.  Just tell me I'm fat.  Anyway.

Oh!  This baby moves.  It's just a fluttering in my stomach, some weak little thumps, but it's moving.  He/she is in there... and in two weeks I'll know what this baby is.  I cannot wait to start shopping for this nugget because let me tell you... it's hard to shop when you don't know what the wee one is.

So, symptom wise, I've got some soreness, general pissy-ness, off the charts ability to cry my eyes out for little or big reasons, a belly, and subsiding nausea.  I still can't brush my teeth without gagging.  I'd like that to stop.  And I love mustard. 

Maybe I'll name this baby Mustard.

My pants are so tight I wrote an entire post about it.

I will officially not be wearing these pants until long after our sweet child is born because for crying out loud I think the waistband is trying to cut my body in half.

The last time I wore them, I had trouble on the way home because they were so uncomfortable, but apparently I forgot all about that this morning even though I'm pretty sure this baby grew overnight and what was tight before is now super effing tight.  I also wore my belly band today because the combo of these pants below the baby belly and the shirt I chose to wear is not covering if I decided to, oh I don't know, MOVE.  Shit's tight, basically, and I am wondering if I can get away with driving home with no pants on.

I actually sent this text to my mom, "These pants make me think that no-pants lady has it all figured out."  See, no-pants lady came into the store on her second or third visit with no pants on (we're really good with nicknames).  She's a rather large woman, and she BENT OVER TO GET SOMETHING ON THE BOTTOM SHELF AND ALL SHE HAD ON WERE *gag*vom*die* UNDERWEAR.  I can guarantee whatever visual you have right now is not bad enough.  On a side note, she has become a regular customer and has managed to wear pants every time since then.  It also doesn't surprise me that a "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service" sign wouldn't suffice at our store...

I'm 19 1/2 weeks right now and have managed up to this point to not purchase any maternity clothing items outside of the aforementioned belly band, which has been a life saver.  I was scared to death to buy maternity clothes because who wants to spend money on something that could potentially not fit in less than a month?  However, after wearing almost everything that's still wearable in the last week, I've discovered that 95% of it is super uncomfortable.  I think back to two girlfriend's posts on smashface Facebook when they finally bought maternity pants... their posts read something like this:  "Why did I wait so long to buy maternity pants?  This is pure ecstasy."  I need that ecstasy like t'now (which is of course a combination of today and now, to express the urgency). 

Things are definitely on a growth spurt with the wee one because all weekend it hurt to sit like a normal person.  I wore these stretchy shorts I got last year and spent most of the weekend standing or laying (lying?) down because getting up after sitting was painful.  Apparently this is normal.... of course it would be.

I am about to cut the elastic out of these pants.  The crazy thing is they fit looser than ever in my butt and legs so I hate to ruin them but it'll be a good 4 or 5 months before I try them again.  One possibly good thing about the tightness of these pants is that baby is moving like crazy, thumping around down there.  I realize this is probably because the pants are stealing half of his room and he's telling me to cut this crap out already.  Sorry baby!

So back to a pressing question... could I drive home with no pants on?  Rate the awkwardness on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being no-pants lady creep city, 1 being you feel bad for me.  Thank you.




*Blogger's being a pain and won't let me add a picture.  Dang it.  I totally had a random/has-nothing-to-do-with-this-post image picked out.

14 weeks au deux

I wrote this believing I was already in my second trimester, and had been for awhile. Truth is that the nausea quit when the first trimester was over. Duh.




5/11/11

I'm pretty sure this thing just moved inside of me.  For real now I can't deny that.  I was watching Glee and thumpy bubbles reacted to their re-make of Adele's "Rolling in the Deep". 

I felt tiny little bubbles last week, leaning over at work, but wasn't sure.  It felt different than anything I'd felt before but I just wasn't sure.  Claiming your baby is moving without the thing karate chopping a lung or something is kinda crazy.  I mean... it could be gas, right?

(It wasn't gas.)

So I believe I complained a super lot about the all day nausea so it finally gave up*.  I also think my body gave in when I super-puked before work last week for the first time in weeks.  At first, I was sure that puking one time would lead my body to think it was ok thing to do... I guess I was wrong.  I've gone 6 days 6 DAYS, people, with just a smidge of nausea in the morning between bfast and lunch.  This is huge.

Oh!  I totally forgot in the post about the first doc appointment to add that since I was 15 weeks, we scheduled an appointment for three weeks later for an ultrasound.  That ultrasound is less than a week away.  And at this appointment, since I'll be 18 weeks, we should get to find out the sex... as long as the baby cooperates. 

Dear baby,

Cooperate.

Love,

Your Mom


P.S.  I gained 2 lbs when the stomach popped, but ended up losing those two lbs. this last week.  So technically I'm still down 7 lbs.  I had to retire my first pair of pants yesterday.  And I'm pretty sure there are three others following suit.

14 weeks part one

hahaha.  The first paragraph MAKES ME LAUGH BECAUSE IT'S NOT TRUE.  I *thought* I was correct on my dates... But I wasn't.  According to the doc I should've been 17 weeks (the perspective this post is written from) but per the title you can see I was not, in fact 17 weeks.  I was 14 weeks.  And now that I really think about it, I think I was only 13 weeks... oh whatever.  This is my post from May 10th and all I can tell you is that I was and still am pregnant.

5/10/11

*Finally* my dates are now correct and I'm not having to back track on my math.  I'm 17 weeks.  I'm almost 5 months pregnant and halfway through this pregnancy.  Crazy business, I tell ya.  I've got lots to catch up on!

Last time I wrote, I was 14 weeks and was waiting for my first official doctor's appointment.  I was going into the appointment believing I was 10 weeks.  I was prepared to convince the doctor of this as well, as my pre-screening nurse decided to keep my dates based on my LMP.  All my symptoms were following the books exactly... I was in my first trimester, still nauseous, still exhausted.  There's no way I could be 15 weeks.

At 10 weeks I guess you may or may not be able to hear a heartbeat.... but our doc found one fast.  So fast that little heartbeat thump thump thumped.  170 beats per minute.  I was so excited.  I was mid-sentence when he found it and I was speechless.  I teared up and I'm lucky it wasn't an insane sobfest.  The rest of the fun stuff (aka full physical) was kind of a blur... especially after he felt around and said, "Yeah, that feels like 15 weeks."

Yeah, 15 weeks.

This didn't really hit me, until I changed and the doc came back and said, "So you're in you're 2nd trimester..."

Holy mother of pearl.  ZOMG.  Holy hellcats.  WTF.  Huh?

He asked if I had any questions and the only thing I could ask was what my due date was now.  October 16.  More than one month is shaved off my pregnancy.  All the time I thought I had to prepare... is now even less.  I made phone calls afterwards to one of my grandmas, my mom, J's mom... I couldn't even bring myself to write a blog post on it because I was stunned... until now, really.

11 weeks

This post was initially titled '9 weeks 7 days' until we found out at our first doctor's appointment that I was further along than I thought.... and then found out we weren't as far along as they said.  It's had lots of titles.  Whatever.

From 4/22/11

I had my first doctors appointment Thursday afternoon.  Or at least I thought I did.  Turns out it was just a pre-screening appointment where, according to the information I got in the mail Wednesday, would include lots of questions, bloodwork, full physical and a video about pregnancy.  Exciting!  Or not. I get to the appointment and it goes like this... paperwork, sit and wait, answer a bunch of questions, sit and wait for bloodwork, wait we can't do your bloodwork here, go over to another building, wait, register, wait, have blood drawn, see ya next week.

This is all fine and dandy since the hubs couldn't be there because he had to go out of town for work.

Also, being a terribly confused pregnant woman (yes, I'm already using this excuse), I wrote down the wrong dates for my first two appointments.  I wrote down an appointment for April and and appointment for May.  I get the paperwork in the mail and it says I'll get my test results at my next doctors appointment... Which I believed would be over a month from my first visit.  This was highly confusing... until I discovered not one but TWO appointment cards in my envelope and my next appointment is Wednesday.  Like, next Wednesday.

Whatever.  I blame the baby.

On to other being-knocked-up news, the pregnancy brain really flared up this week.  At the store, I told a guy his total was $5.70.  He hands me $6... and I look at him and repeat the total.  He says, "I know..." and I look back at the money and realize it's more than enough.  Later in the day, I had another customer ask for 7 of an item.  I go back to get it and when I come back, I say, "And you asked for 6," and go behind the counter.  He laughs and says, "Actually, I asked for 7."  Duh.  Momnesia.

On Wednesday I was trying to get dressed for work and put on a shirt and tank top.  I tried getting ready for work and felt like I was being suffocated.  The shirt felt so tight and hot I thought I was seriously on the verge of passing out.  I went to the laundry room in search of a looser shirt... and found one of J's.  I went to take the shirt and tank off and seriously, it was like pulling off a latex body suit.  I ripped it off, I imagined it snapping above my head like a rubberband and had to stand there and just breathe.  Insane, right?  Luckily, J's shirt was HUGE and I felt awesome all day (with a sweatshirt wrap on over, so I didn't look like I was a slop-whore). 

Nausea is still here.  Some days it's NBD and I can handle it and other days I beg for some sort of relief.  I get convinced I need some sort of food, so I make it or get it and then, I'm over it.  Without eating it.  Sometimes I even realize half way through making something that I don't want it any more.  I secretly sneak to bed at 8 or 8:30 when J's out of town... and try to stay up til 9:30 or 10 when he is here. 

Next Wednesday is the big real deal appointment.  The date of my LMP and the day we're pretty sure we conceived is WAY different, so there's a big difference in what my due date could be.  This means we *might* get an ultrasound next week.  I can't imagine what it's going to be like to see our little baby... or hear it's little heart beat.  Can't imagine.

10 weeks

This post was initially titled '8 weeks 4 days' until we found out at our first doctor's appointment that I was further along that we thought.... and then found out we weren't that far along afterall.  It's had lots of titles.  It's confusing.

From 4/12/11

Stuff I already know regarding pregnancy:

1) Most people have NO idea how far along you have to be to find out the sex of your baby.

2) You should NEVER EVER NEVER EVER try to guess how far along someone is.  NEVER EVER.

As we slowly tell people about the wee baby, I've run into #1 a lot.  The conversation goes like this, "When are you due?"  "November 19."  "Do you know what you're having?"  "Uh..... no."  Which is fine, until you realize that this question will be asked until you do, in fact, know the sex, which normally happens around the 20th week, FYI.

#2 is a doozy.  Seriously a man looked me over today and said, "You've got to be what, 4 or 5 months?"  My thoughts? Try two months, bucko.  Just two.  Yes, we found out very early.  And yes, I'm already fat.  (Side note: Honestly, I'm not that fat.  I'm not the healthiest I wanted to be, by 20 lbs, but... oh I don't know why I'm clarifying this.)

Last week marked the last time I weighed in at Weight Watchers.  I found out several weeks ago I was pregnant but continued with WW... not with the goal to LOSE weight, but rather to get my mind straight about how I was going to eat throughout the pregnancy.  Since I'm already on the not-healthy-weight side of things, I want to gain what is advised.  Not more.  Not less.  My goal is to healthy and MINDFUL.  I won't deny myself the silly cravings I'm hoping going to get... but I won't eat whatever I find just because I'm "eating for two". 

The all day yuck is off and on.  This weekend was great... I practically ate through Springfield and LOVED it.  I understand after the last paragraph this sentence seems ridiculous.  I was really reasonable about it though.  But did I mention it was great?  I had fast food bfast Saturday am (Sonic), hibachi grill for dinner Saturday night (Hinode), sushi - cooked of course! for lunch Sunday (Ocean Zen), and finally, pizza for dinner Sunday night (Domino's).  I also ate ice cream Sunday afternoon. 

In an odd miracle.... I gained nothing.  Whew.  It might have something to do with the fact that I can't eat as much as I normally can.  Instead of a ton of ice cream, like more than one or two servings a ton, I had a serving.  One 1/2 cup.  Shocker.

Right now I'm eating tuna, which is one of those foods where it depends on who you ask whether you should have it or not.  As far as I can tell, more sites said no more than 7 oz. a week of canned tuna, so that's what I went with.  I know I could've made chicken salad but I'd already bought tuna and was driving away from the store when I realized this.

I should've made a #3 up at the top...  If someone tells you that you can't have it, you want it.  Bad.  My thoughts for lunch today were: tuna or hot dogs?  And all I can think of otherwise is sushi.  Raw sushi.  Raw fish on rice.  Raw spicy tuna rolls.  When I had sushi on Sunday, it was good but I really really wanted that spicy tuna roll instead of the shrimp tempura roll I had to settle for.

I still haven't been to the doc.  This is ok, yet not ideal.  And it's a whole other story... but we're going.  SOON.  I can't wait to see the little blob and hear a heartbeat.  CANNOT. WAIT.