Turkey day in a nutshell: OK, cooking smells were bad, eating was not as horrible as initially anticipated. As bad as the food I'm eating is, I can't eat very much of it. Which can be annoying. If I want to eat that entire brownie, dangit, I want to EAT IT ALL.
You know, I really have been trying to take prenatal vitamins, but it's not working out so well. On Tuesday this week I brought a pre-cut dish of fruit from Safeway to eat in the morning (healthy! Impressive!). So after eating a good amount of that, I took my vitamins. I'm good. About 30 minutes later I cannot make it all the way to the bathroom in time to spew the delicious and nutritious cantaloupe, honeydew, watermelon, etc. I felt so proud of consuming. No warning. What the heck? Well, I have a new respect for the trash can half way to the bathroom. What's it doing there? Saving me.
Once I'm done with that, I feel a bit better, so I go back to work. I'm hoping to God it was the vitamins, and not the beginning of a morning work ritual. An hour later, I manage to make it all the way to the bathroom before spewing the less than appetizing bile in my stomach. At least the fruit had kind of a pretty color. I start getting more worried that this could be another symptom of "morning" sickness, and not just the vitamins. I feel horrible afterwards and go home. I situate myself with a clear path to the bathroom, but fortunately I don't spew again.
On the bright side, I have found a way to spend the time that I used to go to Jazzercise. Zelda. Yes, I found the old N64, successfully plugged it into the TV, found the right TV setting for it to actually show the video game, and started playing Zelda, the Ocarina of Time. It's great! It helps to keep my mind off other things, like how I should be doing something productive, or what food I am able to eat, or the emails piling up in my inbox because I want nothing to do with anyone at this point. I blame it (and everything else) on the hormones.
We've grown to the size of a large raspberry this week, and looking a little less alienish. Maybe it's a good thing we aren't getting the ultrasound this early.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Week 7 (or is it week 5?)
How is it that we are able to say I'm at week 7, when there was a full two weeks where I wasn't even pregnant included? Is it supposed to make us feel better? Sure, I guess 7 weeks sounds so much closer to 40 than 5 weeks, but really - who are we kidding? Well, not Igor, that's for sure. He's not willing to give me my extra two weeks. I can't help it, every website I visit tells me I'm at 7 weeks!
And really, must he make dinner past 8pm every night including cooking onions? And eggs? Really? OMG, those are possibly the worst smells ever. Thank God for rooms across the house with doors to keep it out. What the heck am I supposed to eat? Thinking of food makes my stomach turn. Thinking of Thanksgiving next week is... not something I try to do very often.
On the bright side, the pregnancy card ALWAYS works. "Yeah, I don't think I'm going to be able to be in the kitchen to make anything for Thanksgiving this year." Oh darn. Thinking about the smells that will waft into every nook and cranny in the place is enough to book a ticket to someplace where they don't celebrate Thanksgiving. The only problem with that is, I am no longer able to take anxiety medication for plane trips. Hm.
I found a new acceptable food this week. Stouffer's Lasagna. Ooooooooh Stouffer's, where have you been the past 7 or 5 weeks? Not low fat by any means, but aren't I supposed to gain weight while pregnant? It's heaven. I've eaten it every night this week. After work I'm usually too tired to do anything, but if there is no lasagna in the house, I will get off my butt to go get some at Target. I'm even willing to wait the 13-100 minutes (depending on size of package) it takes to nuke it before eating. And for me, that's dedication. Hm when was the last time I went to Jazzercise?
This week, the little one is about the size of a blueberry and apparently has a HUGE head. You'd think it was growing in my boobs at the rate they're growing. I just got them to shrink down when losing the weight, and now I'm thinking I shouldn't have gotten rid of those bras. Booo!
And really, must he make dinner past 8pm every night including cooking onions? And eggs? Really? OMG, those are possibly the worst smells ever. Thank God for rooms across the house with doors to keep it out. What the heck am I supposed to eat? Thinking of food makes my stomach turn. Thinking of Thanksgiving next week is... not something I try to do very often.
On the bright side, the pregnancy card ALWAYS works. "Yeah, I don't think I'm going to be able to be in the kitchen to make anything for Thanksgiving this year." Oh darn. Thinking about the smells that will waft into every nook and cranny in the place is enough to book a ticket to someplace where they don't celebrate Thanksgiving. The only problem with that is, I am no longer able to take anxiety medication for plane trips. Hm.
I found a new acceptable food this week. Stouffer's Lasagna. Ooooooooh Stouffer's, where have you been the past 7 or 5 weeks? Not low fat by any means, but aren't I supposed to gain weight while pregnant? It's heaven. I've eaten it every night this week. After work I'm usually too tired to do anything, but if there is no lasagna in the house, I will get off my butt to go get some at Target. I'm even willing to wait the 13-100 minutes (depending on size of package) it takes to nuke it before eating. And for me, that's dedication. Hm when was the last time I went to Jazzercise?
This week, the little one is about the size of a blueberry and apparently has a HUGE head. You'd think it was growing in my boobs at the rate they're growing. I just got them to shrink down when losing the weight, and now I'm thinking I shouldn't have gotten rid of those bras. Booo!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Week 6 - How do they count these weeks?
For some reason, I didn't start with the "morning" sickness, food aversions, etc. until right after I found out I was pregnant. It seemed to hit like, the day after. Makes me wonder if it's all in my head. :)
I am tired. All the time. I take naps in my office during lunch at work. This week was rather stressful at work, which I think makes the sickness worse. I have yet to find food that makes me feel OK to eat.
I can't even think of eating the stuff I used to eat. Salads? No thanks. Soup? Egh... Fiber One cereal or bars? I couldn't get through either. Now Tortilla chips with refried beans, sour cream, chicken, perhaps a shred of lettuce - BRING IT ON this week (and I did). Yesterday I wanted apple pie a la mode. Today I ordered take out clam chowder in a bread bowl from Red Lobster.
I've found that I need to smell something to see if I want it. Example: We had some sort of fire/earthquake drill at work earlier this week in the morning (about 10am). Someone walking in front of me outside was eating pasta with red sauce (yeah, in the morning), and it was all I could do to shove everyone out of the way to get back in the building, get some money, head to the student union and get some pasta with red sauce... yum. I did well, I managed to wait until we were let back inside, and then head over and get what I wanted.
Other cravings this week include fruit by the foot, gushers, and brownies (thank heaven for 7-11). :) I'm having trouble finding drinks that I want. Water tastes metallicky... and everything I do drink needs to have ice. I've been drinking iced/watered-down caffeine free diet coke (weird, I don't usually drink soda). I guess that's one way to confirm the baby takes after Igor already!
The little one is the size of a sweet pea, about a quarter of an inch. It apparently looks like... well, a little alien. Not quite a pretty sight yet.
I am tired. All the time. I take naps in my office during lunch at work. This week was rather stressful at work, which I think makes the sickness worse. I have yet to find food that makes me feel OK to eat.
I can't even think of eating the stuff I used to eat. Salads? No thanks. Soup? Egh... Fiber One cereal or bars? I couldn't get through either. Now Tortilla chips with refried beans, sour cream, chicken, perhaps a shred of lettuce - BRING IT ON this week (and I did). Yesterday I wanted apple pie a la mode. Today I ordered take out clam chowder in a bread bowl from Red Lobster.
I've found that I need to smell something to see if I want it. Example: We had some sort of fire/earthquake drill at work earlier this week in the morning (about 10am). Someone walking in front of me outside was eating pasta with red sauce (yeah, in the morning), and it was all I could do to shove everyone out of the way to get back in the building, get some money, head to the student union and get some pasta with red sauce... yum. I did well, I managed to wait until we were let back inside, and then head over and get what I wanted.
Other cravings this week include fruit by the foot, gushers, and brownies (thank heaven for 7-11). :) I'm having trouble finding drinks that I want. Water tastes metallicky... and everything I do drink needs to have ice. I've been drinking iced/watered-down caffeine free diet coke (weird, I don't usually drink soda). I guess that's one way to confirm the baby takes after Igor already!
The little one is the size of a sweet pea, about a quarter of an inch. It apparently looks like... well, a little alien. Not quite a pretty sight yet.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Say goodbye to all that stuff I never did anyway...
Well that pre-conception appointment turned out to be my first prenatal appointment. Two months of trying was all it took. Yay! Having had irregular menstruation (thanks stress!) for the last 10 or so years, I didn't think anything of not starting by day 30 of the cycle. By day 35 (11/2/09, today?), though, I decided after work to go buy a stick and pee on it (that's the technical terminology, clearly).
None of that +/- BS for me. No I went straight for the technology and got the two pack of the sticks that give you a digital screen with "pregnant" or "not pregnant". Awesome. Well, I'll give you a hint - two days of testing could not yield the word "not" on the screen. More awesome.
I couldn't hold it in. I guess some people like to wait for the second trimester or whatever, but I was ecstatic. Forget that. I told everyone. OK, a lot of people. Pretty much anyone I see outside Facebook. I even followed Igor's wishes, and that night made him dinner and told him the good news over a mouthful of food. :)
None of that +/- BS for me. No I went straight for the technology and got the two pack of the sticks that give you a digital screen with "pregnant" or "not pregnant". Awesome. Well, I'll give you a hint - two days of testing could not yield the word "not" on the screen. More awesome.
I couldn't hold it in. I guess some people like to wait for the second trimester or whatever, but I was ecstatic. Forget that. I told everyone. OK, a lot of people. Pretty much anyone I see outside Facebook. I even followed Igor's wishes, and that night made him dinner and told him the good news over a mouthful of food. :)
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