current weight: 157.5 screw the scale at the OB's office.
Our little guy has been moving around quite a bit lately. I felt the first really noticeable kick last week. It felt like the bubbles in your stomach when you hold in a fart. (There he goes again. Must know that I'm talking about him) I could actually see a little bubble last night. Cesar isn't exactly interested, but I don't know that I would be too interested in his bowelesque feelings...or whatever the male equivalent is.
I really look pregnant now. I'm sure there are still some people out there who can take a look at me and think "I didn't know she was a competitive eater".
I'm feeling the pressure of time. 3 months to go and still don't know where we'll live. Wow, 3 months. THREE. Good news is that Cesar has been working a lot harder to find full time work. tick tock babies. Hope next week I have good news to report. We have started making steps to save money. He is the detail man, but he always wants to have the finest of everything. Meanwhile, I walk around as a steady reminder that reality is far from his visions. "Maybe someday, but for now..." However, it is fun to get wrapped up in mentally painting walls, planting a garden, picking out furniture, and playing in the yard. Maybe someday, but for now...we wait.
Going back to the weight gain; my parents like to shake their heads' and frown at my numbers. I, however, did a little research of my own. Based on my weekly weigh ins at home, on my scale, wearing the same thing each time, I am still within the healthy limits recommended. So poo poo on all of your furrowed brows. Am I on the high side? yes. Do I wish I had gained less weight? absolutely. I've said it before and I'll say it again: going from always trying to loose weight and keep my numbers from creeping back up to flip a switch and be "okay" with weight gain is fiercely difficult. It might have something to do with my perfectly-normal-but-a-little-on-the-high-side weight gain. So for now, I will don my Nike's and march onward and upward.
My hair has become on my list of things that are annoying about my totally easy pregnancy. I have about 2 inches of regrowth, the color has totally faded and its dry at the ends, oily at the roots. What is that!? Someone actually asked me if I was going blond...I'm scared to re color, but what is a red head to do? I've seen some pictures of other women immediately after giving birth and, as vain as it is, I do not want to look like that. I entrusted my wonderful boyfriend with the job of making sure I don't look shiny in any photos but he cannot fix my color. I finally started writing down questions like this for my next prenatal exam. Eventually I'll remember to ask them.
As negative as I may sound, my wheels have been working in overdrive. Thinking of where to live, ways to start a career, educating myself, preparing for my life to change in THREE MONTHS, paying attention to things that inspire me so I can inspire my boys, and even fantasizing about being a cute mom with a bohemian baby wrap, and someday fitting into my old clothes, heck! maybe even smaller ones.
Off to sleep, perchance to dream.
p.s. got my spell check button back!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Week 22
current weight 154.5 at home...160 at the dr. I am less than thrilled about this.
The one perk to this awful peak in weight is that I have actually reached that redeeming moment in which I look like a pregnant woman instead of a bro ho. I didn't "pop" like the books and blogs and friends with kids said I would. It has been a long, slow process but today was different. I did my normal rush to the mirror to check for signs of growth without any luck. I continued along with my normal morning routine; brushed my teeth, showered, blow dried, coco buttered my gut and got dressed. But ah, that's when it hit me: my clothes were stretched to capacity. Wait, no...it couldn't be... I wore this shirt last week. After a quick recheck in the mirror, sure enough, there was a "baby bump." Victory.
For a while I thought I may have been loosing my mind as a result of the slew of hormones racing through my body...but after examining the cold hard facts, I realized I couldn't be wrong. People know I'm pregnant and they talk about it...before you roll your eyes to the tune of "no shit, sherlock" hear me out. As I have mentioned for the past dozen weeks I didn't look pregnant, just like a big fan of bacon chedder potato wedges. People who saw me frequently (and infrequently) were unaware that I had been hard at work growing a person. Some people said things to me the indicated their shock at hearing I was pregnant. Now that I have sufficiently convinced you that I didn't appear to be pregnant...Other people who were never told have started stealing glances are my stomach. More and more people daily seem to know about it weather they say anything to me directly or they sneak a peak at my newly formed bump. Then there are the people I know know who don't say anything. It is a strange feeling, but still has a way of making me feel stripped down and exposed. I find myself wearing a fake diamond ring on my left hand daily just to make it feel better, however little. It'll make you think twice before uttering a single negative word about anyone else in the same situation.
Physically, there has been a lot of movement from the little guy. I try to pay attention to what it is that gets him going but as best as I can tell, its anything chocolatey. If I were to be truly graphic, it feels like that bubbling in your stomach when you have to fart or drank some water from Mexico, if you catch my downwind drift. So far, its pretty easy to ignore unless I'm trying to figure out if it is a fart or other ominous stomach rumbling.
The doctor told me that I'm measuring a little big, about a week big. Nothing to be worried about just means baby will be a little big...[insert sarcastic "woo"]. Everything else looks good, no down syndrome or other birth defects that they can detect from the APF testing.
I spent about 6 full days trying to decide on what to register for; reading reviews, talking to other women with children, reading consumer reports. After all that, I pretty much went with my gut. I'll let all of that settle before I hope online and start adding other things. Who ever thought there would be a day when I could ask soneone to buy me nipple cream?
C'est la vie, non?
The one perk to this awful peak in weight is that I have actually reached that redeeming moment in which I look like a pregnant woman instead of a bro ho. I didn't "pop" like the books and blogs and friends with kids said I would. It has been a long, slow process but today was different. I did my normal rush to the mirror to check for signs of growth without any luck. I continued along with my normal morning routine; brushed my teeth, showered, blow dried, coco buttered my gut and got dressed. But ah, that's when it hit me: my clothes were stretched to capacity. Wait, no...it couldn't be... I wore this shirt last week. After a quick recheck in the mirror, sure enough, there was a "baby bump." Victory.
For a while I thought I may have been loosing my mind as a result of the slew of hormones racing through my body...but after examining the cold hard facts, I realized I couldn't be wrong. People know I'm pregnant and they talk about it...before you roll your eyes to the tune of "no shit, sherlock" hear me out. As I have mentioned for the past dozen weeks I didn't look pregnant, just like a big fan of bacon chedder potato wedges. People who saw me frequently (and infrequently) were unaware that I had been hard at work growing a person. Some people said things to me the indicated their shock at hearing I was pregnant. Now that I have sufficiently convinced you that I didn't appear to be pregnant...Other people who were never told have started stealing glances are my stomach. More and more people daily seem to know about it weather they say anything to me directly or they sneak a peak at my newly formed bump. Then there are the people I know know who don't say anything. It is a strange feeling, but still has a way of making me feel stripped down and exposed. I find myself wearing a fake diamond ring on my left hand daily just to make it feel better, however little. It'll make you think twice before uttering a single negative word about anyone else in the same situation.
Physically, there has been a lot of movement from the little guy. I try to pay attention to what it is that gets him going but as best as I can tell, its anything chocolatey. If I were to be truly graphic, it feels like that bubbling in your stomach when you have to fart or drank some water from Mexico, if you catch my downwind drift. So far, its pretty easy to ignore unless I'm trying to figure out if it is a fart or other ominous stomach rumbling.
The doctor told me that I'm measuring a little big, about a week big. Nothing to be worried about just means baby will be a little big...[insert sarcastic "woo"]. Everything else looks good, no down syndrome or other birth defects that they can detect from the APF testing.
I spent about 6 full days trying to decide on what to register for; reading reviews, talking to other women with children, reading consumer reports. After all that, I pretty much went with my gut. I'll let all of that settle before I hope online and start adding other things. Who ever thought there would be a day when I could ask soneone to buy me nipple cream?
C'est la vie, non?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Week 21
Current Weight - 152.5 woohoo, finally a slow week!
Someone asked me last week if being pregnant was what I had expected. I was shocked to find out I couldn't answer. I couldn't think of what I had expected. I expected to throw up, which never happened. I expected to balloon all over, not just my stomach, and quickly...hasn't happened yet. I expected to have strange urges to eat certain things, hasn't happened either. I also expected to have wild mood swings and be set off by toilet paper commercial which I have evaded for the most part. What I never expected was to break out like a 15 year old boy, or to have one boob grow twice as much as the other. I never expected the sudden fatigue or how easily I would get wiped out doing leg work outs. I didn't expect to feel normal at any point during the day or to feel like I wasn't actually pregnant for even a second. Nor did I expect my gigantic appetite, which I really don't mind :)
All in all, I think my lack of forethought prevented me from having many expectations. This has been as much of a learning opportunity for me as it has been a life lesson.
I'm noticing more dramatic changes lately. I hopped on the stationary bike at my gym, set it to the normal routine at the normal resistance and had to drop it down 2 points less than 10 minutes in because I was so winded. Have I mentioned that I could lunge circles around anyone less than 6 months ago? I hadn't ever needed to lower the resistance on the bike up til this point. I still smoked the people on either side of me in time though. I'll take my ego boosts where I can get them!
Other women with kids have started looking at me with warm smiles and offering their advice or reminiscing about when they were pregnant. Its actually been kind cool. Mostly I like imagining them being pregnant and wondering how much their body's morphed. Most of them don't look so good.... Is it rude to ask for before pictures?
I've been feeling my muscles stretch a lot lately. I wake up with some soreness usually. My appetite has increased a LOT. For example, I went for a walk after work today, came home and ate a spinach ricotta calzone and then a bowl of rasin bran. It's pretty unpredictable. Sometimes I can have a sandwich and be full for hours, other times I can have eggs, potatoes and toast and be hungry in an hour. No wonder I can gain 4lbs in one week and .5 in another. My hips get pretty sore after walking for a while, nothing unbearable though. Just enough to make me dread the culmination of pregnancy.
Things with Cesar have been great lately. Despite the negative things I hear from people who believe they know me best, I feel more confident with our relationship and our future together as a family. We've started thinking about names and have agreed on some. It is a lot harder than it seems.
Someone asked me last week if being pregnant was what I had expected. I was shocked to find out I couldn't answer. I couldn't think of what I had expected. I expected to throw up, which never happened. I expected to balloon all over, not just my stomach, and quickly...hasn't happened yet. I expected to have strange urges to eat certain things, hasn't happened either. I also expected to have wild mood swings and be set off by toilet paper commercial which I have evaded for the most part. What I never expected was to break out like a 15 year old boy, or to have one boob grow twice as much as the other. I never expected the sudden fatigue or how easily I would get wiped out doing leg work outs. I didn't expect to feel normal at any point during the day or to feel like I wasn't actually pregnant for even a second. Nor did I expect my gigantic appetite, which I really don't mind :)
All in all, I think my lack of forethought prevented me from having many expectations. This has been as much of a learning opportunity for me as it has been a life lesson.
I'm noticing more dramatic changes lately. I hopped on the stationary bike at my gym, set it to the normal routine at the normal resistance and had to drop it down 2 points less than 10 minutes in because I was so winded. Have I mentioned that I could lunge circles around anyone less than 6 months ago? I hadn't ever needed to lower the resistance on the bike up til this point. I still smoked the people on either side of me in time though. I'll take my ego boosts where I can get them!
Other women with kids have started looking at me with warm smiles and offering their advice or reminiscing about when they were pregnant. Its actually been kind cool. Mostly I like imagining them being pregnant and wondering how much their body's morphed. Most of them don't look so good.... Is it rude to ask for before pictures?
I've been feeling my muscles stretch a lot lately. I wake up with some soreness usually. My appetite has increased a LOT. For example, I went for a walk after work today, came home and ate a spinach ricotta calzone and then a bowl of rasin bran. It's pretty unpredictable. Sometimes I can have a sandwich and be full for hours, other times I can have eggs, potatoes and toast and be hungry in an hour. No wonder I can gain 4lbs in one week and .5 in another. My hips get pretty sore after walking for a while, nothing unbearable though. Just enough to make me dread the culmination of pregnancy.
Things with Cesar have been great lately. Despite the negative things I hear from people who believe they know me best, I feel more confident with our relationship and our future together as a family. We've started thinking about names and have agreed on some. It is a lot harder than it seems.
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