I am feeling the pressure from some of you to maintain this blog very regularly now, since I always have new and "interesting" things to share. I'd say that ought to be very possible. However, how do you blog at night (after work) when all you want to do is sleep? And that, my friends, brings me to my first point.
EXHAUSTION: Need I say more? We've all been exhausted before. I like to think of your level of exhaustion as a simple equation. Hard work + little sleep = exhaustion. Well, let's just say that it ain't that way when you're pregnant. I get sleep....great sleep, and I have NO problem falling asleep. Miraculously, I wake up, hit the floor and wham! Exhausted. Do I run marathons in my sleep? What in the world? It's one of the most puzzling things I've ever experienced. I take naps in the afternoon, and I can still fall asleep on the couch by 8:30-9pm. I guess drinking coffee would help, but alas, that brings me to my second point.
AVERSIONS: Gross, gross, gross. I hope I don't get sick just writing about this subject, but here we go! I have never considered myself to be a picky eater. I generally eat what's on my plate and am thankful for it. However, I have never experienced such turn offs with food. One of the worst parts is that I have aversions towards most things that I loved before pregnancy and of course, to most things that are good for me (which I was eating well before pregnancy.) I crave things that I haven't eaten in months, even years! Here's the current breakdown.
Can't stand:
coffee
most meat (which I was ALL about before little Winburn)
chick-fil-a (yes, I know...who am I and what alien has inhabited my body?)
most vegetables :-(
tuna (I can't believe I could even type that)
eggs
baked potatoes
(and those are just the major ones....there are probably more, but I don't venture out a ton from the list below)
What I can stomach:
kraft macaroni and cheese (I know, I thought it was so gross before.)
frostys
white mooses from groucho's deli (heat the turkey to steaming first, of course)
kashi bars (my breakfast)
smoothies
ice cream (the little glimmer of hope that I can still like some things that I once loved)
weight watchers macaroni and cheese/fettuccine alfredo/three cheese ziti meals
And there you have it...now, can we talk about something else? Food makes me sick.
MORNING SICKNESS (a.k.a. "whenever it wants to hit you sickness"):
I really thought I'd miss out on this part, since my lovely and amazing mother had no sickness whatsoever. The first two weeks that I knew I was pregnant were amazing. We were so excited, and I honestly thought that I'd make it out of the first trimester without having a single issue with this. Boy, was I wrong. I will say this, I haven't thrown up a single time. So, I feel pretty fortunate to be able to say that. However, sometimes it would just make me feel better if I could just let it all out! ;-) I can handle the nausea pretty well at home, but it's the worst at work.
"Excuse me sir, I know I have a needle in your vein and you're concerned about your surgery today, but I'm going to barf! Be right back!"
At week 10, I feel as if I'm approaching what could be the last few weeks of this feeling. Well, I'm sure hoping!
ANDREW:
I really hate to brag, but you gotta give credit where it's due. I knew this before I married him, but my husband is pretty much amazing. I can't begin to go on and on about how wonderful he's been through all of this. Just a few things though.
- He does dishes while I am passed out on the couch at 8pm.
- He goes to the grocery store when I just can't stand the sight of food.
- He cooks for himself when I look at his much loved piece of steak like it's one month old rancid meat.
- He is excited about this baby, and we are sharing it all together...even if he can't share in all the woes mentioned above. Who would want that for their spouse though? Isn't it enough that one of us goes through it? I think so!
Seriously, y'all? How did I end up with this man?? Love you, babe!
HOW I TOLD ANDREW:
Most people know that Andrew and I aren't Valentine's Day people. Sometimes, people act like we're party poopers and that every holiday should be overly and (in some cases) unnecessarily celebrated. For those people, you live your lives--we'll live ours. Anyway, back to why I'm even bringing up good old February 14th. Well, folks...now we like Valentine's Day (for better reasons than candy, cards and gifts!)
On 2-14-12, I woke up like usual for work around 5:15. Ouch. I suspected that something might be up, so I decided to check. Sure enough, faint line. Andrew's always wanted to be present when we found out we were pregnant, so I figured that I'd wake him up. Honestly, I was so nervous. I had no clue if the faint line was a fluke or not, so it went a little something like this:
Me: "Andrew, wake up."
Andrew: "Huh?"
Me: "I need you to look at this (holding up the test). What do you think this means?"
Andrew: "Umm. I don't know if there are two lines..."
(long pause)
Me: "Well, Happy Valentine's Day."
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So now, we actually like, make that love V-Day.
OTHER RANDOM THINGS:
-I'm 10 weeks now, and our next appointment is in April. We're so ready, since we'll have our first ultrasound then! Yay! Fun!
-I had to go to the doctor today for some blood work, and the scale shocked me. I sure do hate to admit this, but I've gained four pounds.....FOUR!!!!!! How is this possible? I haven't hardly been able to eat. I asked the baby today (who can't even technically hear yet), "Baby? Is there someone else in there with you?"
-My parents have already picked their names for grandparents. Dad will be "G-pa," and Mom will be "BB!" I cannot wait to hear that sweet little voice say those names one day.
Well, that's all for now. Andrew's bringing home a frozen strawberry lemonade for me right now! Gotta go. Until next time....
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