So we are one quarter way there. 1/4th, 25%, 10 weeks. I'm wishing it would go a little bit faster but at the same time, trying to get a firm grasp how much our lives are going to change just over 6 months from now.
Are you ever REALLY ready? Just more ready than 2 years ago? The same amount of ready? Who knows. Because either way, you weren't a parent before. You weren't trying to raise a productive member of society. You weren't totally and completely responsible for someone else's well being. This is heavy.
We are welcoming it with big, wide open arms while secretly screaming "WHAT IS HAPPENING!?" It's all very exciting and scary.
She's only the size of a kumquat (really, who even knows what that is?) but she's growing fingernails and hair already. FINGERNAILS people. Babies can't even be trusted with their fingernails once they're born, cue the sock-like mittens we use to protect them from themselves. She'd better not try to claw her way out of my uterus anytime soon.
On me:
-Still sick
-Still tired
-Have graduated to eating regular human food daily
-Thought I gained a pound but it was just my clothes. Still down 6 lbs.
-Still looking forward to it all.
"I have found the best way to give advice to your children is to find out what they want and then advise them to do it." ~ Harry S Truman
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
9 Weeks: Thank You V8 Fusion
I have recently discovered that V8 Pomegranate Blueberry Fusion juice is my lifesaver. I'm having trouble getting anything down let alone all my servings of the essential food groups. The nausea is so strong that I have to fight myself just to get my vitamins in - it ain't pretty. Well lo and behold, this V8 Fusion stuff has saved my life. I get a full serving of fruit AND veggies and my gag reflex is tricked into not noticing the horse sized pills I sneak it with it.
Another discovery - croissants, while insanely unhealthy, are pretty much sustaining me and baby. If I eat a mini one every hour or two, I feel exponentially better through out the day. The sad part is that I'm at a point where "exponentially better" is defined as "don't want to die....as much." But I will stay forever grateful that I can keep the juice and croissants and vitamins down and don't have to pray to the porcelain god (or my desk trash bin) all day. Count your blessings right?
In case you were wondering, Bean is about the size of an olive, looks a lot like a baby and hasn't made me gain any weight so far. We're in love.
"If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?" ~ Milton Berle
Another discovery - croissants, while insanely unhealthy, are pretty much sustaining me and baby. If I eat a mini one every hour or two, I feel exponentially better through out the day. The sad part is that I'm at a point where "exponentially better" is defined as "don't want to die....as much." But I will stay forever grateful that I can keep the juice and croissants and vitamins down and don't have to pray to the porcelain god (or my desk trash bin) all day. Count your blessings right?
In case you were wondering, Bean is about the size of an olive, looks a lot like a baby and hasn't made me gain any weight so far. We're in love.
"If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands?" ~ Milton Berle
Friday, May 2, 2008
8 Weeks: Face it -- You're rude
So a quick State of Pregnancy update before I head off into a rant.
A. The real, crazy nausea has certainly set in. I'm lucky if I can get water down. I guess I should be grateful that it's not coming back up? Whatever.
B. I didn't think I could be more tired than week 6. Turns out, I can be.
C. The Bean is the size of a grape, is growing her lungs and neural pathways this week. She also lost her tail. R.I.P. shrimpy tail.
On to the issue at hand....
So I have been faced with the dreaded "When are you due?" question from strangers. The reason this is so dreaded is that I was dealing with that question well before I was pregnant. My body type has always given the illusion that I am with child. This apparently allows any Joe Schmoe to inquire about my due date. It used to bother me because I was aware that I was just chubbo in the belly and that people were hoping it was something much more adorable than that. Fine. I liked to answer with something ridiculously morbid like "Oh. The due date WOULD HAVE been...." Awful I know. But after about 10 strangers feeling the need to ask, I lost my sense of respect or tact (since they didn't seem to have any either). It was a running joke amongst my peers.
Fast forward to now, where I am actually 2 months pregnant. I look exactly the same as before (obviously) but now when someone asks, at least I don't feel like a fraud because I do indeed have a due date. Alas!
Well at least I thought I was out of the woods. Oh no my friend. It has turned into something MUCH more rude that just "when are you due?" Now, all of a sudden a due date isn't good enough. It doesn't suffice to stop the douche that has just assumed I was pregnant - they should be thankful I AM pregnant and not offended at the question.
Lucky for you, you can stop now Ms. McDoucherson.
No way. Why would they do that when they can go on to say "Oh really? You look MUCH farther along/um is it twins/did you say December???" Seriously folks. That is the direct equivalent of saying "You are fat." Try to sugar coat it all you want but the fact of the matter is, you just insulted me in a way that makes YOU feel ok with yourself. If I was indeed "just fat" and not growing a baby, you would be that jerk that just pointed out the obvious "Hey, you're fat. In case you didn't know."
So to all of you that say things like "Oh my gosh you're so big!" or "Really? You shouldn't be showing that early" or "Wow. I only gained 3 pounds by week 20" I say SUCK IT and GOOD DAY TO YOU. Because the truth of the matter is, I can pick YOU out of a line up. I know which of YOU say these sorts of things thinking you are cute or somehow clued into how each and every pregnant body should work. And usually..... "you're fat. In case you didn't know."
"There are only two things a child will share willingly - communicable diseases and his mother's age." ~ Dr. Benjamin Spock
A. The real, crazy nausea has certainly set in. I'm lucky if I can get water down. I guess I should be grateful that it's not coming back up? Whatever.
B. I didn't think I could be more tired than week 6. Turns out, I can be.
C. The Bean is the size of a grape, is growing her lungs and neural pathways this week. She also lost her tail. R.I.P. shrimpy tail.
On to the issue at hand....
So I have been faced with the dreaded "When are you due?" question from strangers. The reason this is so dreaded is that I was dealing with that question well before I was pregnant. My body type has always given the illusion that I am with child. This apparently allows any Joe Schmoe to inquire about my due date. It used to bother me because I was aware that I was just chubbo in the belly and that people were hoping it was something much more adorable than that. Fine. I liked to answer with something ridiculously morbid like "Oh. The due date WOULD HAVE been...." Awful I know. But after about 10 strangers feeling the need to ask, I lost my sense of respect or tact (since they didn't seem to have any either). It was a running joke amongst my peers.
Fast forward to now, where I am actually 2 months pregnant. I look exactly the same as before (obviously) but now when someone asks, at least I don't feel like a fraud because I do indeed have a due date. Alas!
Well at least I thought I was out of the woods. Oh no my friend. It has turned into something MUCH more rude that just "when are you due?" Now, all of a sudden a due date isn't good enough. It doesn't suffice to stop the douche that has just assumed I was pregnant - they should be thankful I AM pregnant and not offended at the question.
Lucky for you, you can stop now Ms. McDoucherson.
No way. Why would they do that when they can go on to say "Oh really? You look MUCH farther along/um is it twins/did you say December???" Seriously folks. That is the direct equivalent of saying "You are fat." Try to sugar coat it all you want but the fact of the matter is, you just insulted me in a way that makes YOU feel ok with yourself. If I was indeed "just fat" and not growing a baby, you would be that jerk that just pointed out the obvious "Hey, you're fat. In case you didn't know."
So to all of you that say things like "Oh my gosh you're so big!" or "Really? You shouldn't be showing that early" or "Wow. I only gained 3 pounds by week 20" I say SUCK IT and GOOD DAY TO YOU. Because the truth of the matter is, I can pick YOU out of a line up. I know which of YOU say these sorts of things thinking you are cute or somehow clued into how each and every pregnant body should work. And usually..... "you're fat. In case you didn't know."
"There are only two things a child will share willingly - communicable diseases and his mother's age." ~ Dr. Benjamin Spock
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