I was all proud of myself yesterday morning because I got such a great night's sleep and was all psyched about going for a walk around the lake. Half an hour into my walk I was exhausted. Yippee, half an hour--I felt like a dork that that was all I could do. When I got home I sat on the couch for an hour, then went to bed and slept for another hour! How the heck am I supposed to exercise when it takes four times as long to recoop?!
On a good note, I seem to have stopped gaining weight. 14 pounds in less than 3 weeks--it's a good thing I stopped! It's certainly not because I'm eating any differently; now quite sure what's causing it. Definitely not exercise, since I've hardly done any in the last two weeks. Whatever the reason, I'm grateful. Now, if only I could eat something besides cereal and protein shakes, I'd be really happy....
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Comfort Food
If you've ever known a pregnant woman, then you know food is a touchy subject for those of us Currently With Child. I've discovered that the mere mention of particular foods (I can't even type their names!) send my stomach reeling and threatening to toss whatever I've managed to choke down recently. After a particularly heinous evening of gagging, I finally went to the grocery store to see if anything there sounded remotely edible. It seems as though all our food at the house just makes me sick.
I came home with two bags of goodies that I nearly opened right there in the aisles to start devouring. And as I unpacked it all at home I realized they're all foods from my childhood:
-chicken noodle soup
-Spaghetti-O's with meatballs
-fruit cups (love those cherries!!)
-Jell-o cups (strawberry and raspberry)
-tapioca pudding
-cheese sticks (well, the stick concept didn't come till I was in high school or so, but cheese was a definite childhood staple)
So I'm trying to determine if my childhood palate was just really mild, and thus appealing to a queasy stomach, or if it's psychological.
On a completely unrelated note, I got the first (and hopefully last) sunburn of the season today--I'm now sporting a lovely farmer's tan. (Well, burn.) Of course, the one part of me I was deliberately trying to sun--my ghostly white legs--are not a single shade darker. Figures.
I came home with two bags of goodies that I nearly opened right there in the aisles to start devouring. And as I unpacked it all at home I realized they're all foods from my childhood:
-chicken noodle soup
-Spaghetti-O's with meatballs
-fruit cups (love those cherries!!)
-Jell-o cups (strawberry and raspberry)
-tapioca pudding
-cheese sticks (well, the stick concept didn't come till I was in high school or so, but cheese was a definite childhood staple)
So I'm trying to determine if my childhood palate was just really mild, and thus appealing to a queasy stomach, or if it's psychological.
On a completely unrelated note, I got the first (and hopefully last) sunburn of the season today--I'm now sporting a lovely farmer's tan. (Well, burn.) Of course, the one part of me I was deliberately trying to sun--my ghostly white legs--are not a single shade darker. Figures.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Mother's Day...
Well, today seemed to be the fitting time to make a big announcement. All the things worth blogging about lately have revolved around a secret I've been keeping, but I haven't written them because I wanted to make sure things were on the right track before I did. And it looks like they are. May this post not jinx it. Not that I believe in jinxing. And yet I feel the need to write that. Hm.
So anyway, the secret is that I am pregnant again. Talk about a shocker. The doctor said not to try, so we weren't, and yet, God had other plans than us waiting until June like we'd planned. I found out the 27th and called my doctor immediately to get in for a blood test; I wasn't going to let myself get excited until I'd seen where things were chemically. My dear doctor rushed my labs so I wouldn't have to wait till Thursday afternoon for the results, and everything came back perfect. My betas were so high (21,725 or something--I only got as high as 131 last time) that they said I wouldn't even need to come back Friday for a comparison test to make sure they were doubling--they had to be if they were that high. In the words of the nurse, "Honey, you're very pregnant." Hallelujah!
Of course, given my history, they wanted to get a visual of everything, too, to make sure things looked right. So Friday we got our first picture of the baby. Not a whole lot to see--the baby is about the size of a raspberry at the moment--but apparently it looked the way it should because the ultrasound tech seemed pleased with the results.
As of this posting I am 7 weeks and 1 day, and my due date is Christmas Eve. I have symptoms this time, which is what prompted me to take the home pregnancy test in the first place. I've also already gained 7 pounds. That part is not so good. But that's what I get for sitting around and not exercising while I eat twice as much as I normally do. I know I'm not "eating for two" as they say, but I've been so freaking hungry that I can't even sleep through the night without getting a sizeable snack. I suppose that's better than nausea, although I'm now to the point where I'm hungry but the thought of actually eating anything makes me woozy. A lousy combination of sensations.
So, for those of you out there who are praying types, please pray that this pregnancy sticks and turns out the way pregnancies should: with a healthy happy baby at the end of the road.
So anyway, the secret is that I am pregnant again. Talk about a shocker. The doctor said not to try, so we weren't, and yet, God had other plans than us waiting until June like we'd planned. I found out the 27th and called my doctor immediately to get in for a blood test; I wasn't going to let myself get excited until I'd seen where things were chemically. My dear doctor rushed my labs so I wouldn't have to wait till Thursday afternoon for the results, and everything came back perfect. My betas were so high (21,725 or something--I only got as high as 131 last time) that they said I wouldn't even need to come back Friday for a comparison test to make sure they were doubling--they had to be if they were that high. In the words of the nurse, "Honey, you're very pregnant." Hallelujah!
Of course, given my history, they wanted to get a visual of everything, too, to make sure things looked right. So Friday we got our first picture of the baby. Not a whole lot to see--the baby is about the size of a raspberry at the moment--but apparently it looked the way it should because the ultrasound tech seemed pleased with the results.
As of this posting I am 7 weeks and 1 day, and my due date is Christmas Eve. I have symptoms this time, which is what prompted me to take the home pregnancy test in the first place. I've also already gained 7 pounds. That part is not so good. But that's what I get for sitting around and not exercising while I eat twice as much as I normally do. I know I'm not "eating for two" as they say, but I've been so freaking hungry that I can't even sleep through the night without getting a sizeable snack. I suppose that's better than nausea, although I'm now to the point where I'm hungry but the thought of actually eating anything makes me woozy. A lousy combination of sensations.
So, for those of you out there who are praying types, please pray that this pregnancy sticks and turns out the way pregnancies should: with a healthy happy baby at the end of the road.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Welcome to the new blog!
Well, I didn't think it necessary to submit all my readers (all, like, 5 of them) to my musings of pregnancy when "A Little Creative License" was supposed to be a writer's blog, so this is the new home of my nine month adventure. Just what I need--another place to procrastinate when I should be writing my book. :) But that's obviously not stopping me!
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