Because I'm pregnant and I felt like posting for my memory's sake... but I don't have any real message or theme or organizational plan. So, enjoy.
- I'm nine weeks pregnant, as of yesterday. The baby's the size of a grape and has eyelids.
- I'm hoping against hope that I get to experience that elusive "golden" second trimester I hear so much about. I didn't have a golden trimester (or week for that matter) with Evelyn, so I'm not holding my breath. But it would be nice.
- I've moved into pretty regular spewing territory. At least once a day.
- Evelyn grabs bowls and pretends to throw up in them. A bit disturbing, but at least we know she's observant. If she actually sees me getting sick with the bowl or the toilet, she stands there and cries until I'm finished. I try to smile and tell her that mommy's okay when I can come up for air.
- My poor face still takes the brunt of it. I pop capillaries left and right when my stomach is trying to empty contents that are not there. Today I have a nice patch of red all around my right eye.
- I'm tired and not on top of everything I should be on top of, which is really frustrating.
- I have had an ultrasound (to determine the due date) and I have my first official appointment tomorrow. Jonathan is out of vacation time at work so I went to the ultrasound with Evelyn and it's looking like I'll go with her tomorrow as well. This is only just now dawning on me that it's the night before the appointment and I did not arrange for a sitter. Boo.
- I'm not allowed to go to the birth center anymore, as I've risked out of their care due to my history of hypertension. This is frustrating and I cried when they told me.
- I'm going to UNC Family Practice instead, and I'll deliver at UNC again. This time I'll be armed with much more knowledge, I'll ask for a nurse who will tolerate (or perhaps even enjoy) someone who doesn't want pain meds or ambien, I'll get the IV team to navigate my allegedly valve-filled veins, and I'll have a doula to help me and Jonathan keep it together. Not that last time was terrible at all - in fact it was incredibly empowering and amazing - but there's always room for improvement.
- At first all I wanted was fresh-squeezed lemonade. I even broke my Chik-fil-a boycott twice to guzzle their delicious lemonade. Now I want pickles. Crunchy, cold, dill pickles. All the time.
And that is all. There is much more to come on this topic, I'm sure. But next time I'll try to fill you in on my summer reading progress. I'm learning to love fiction!
- I'm nine weeks pregnant, as of yesterday. The baby's the size of a grape and has eyelids.
- I'm hoping against hope that I get to experience that elusive "golden" second trimester I hear so much about. I didn't have a golden trimester (or week for that matter) with Evelyn, so I'm not holding my breath. But it would be nice.
- I've moved into pretty regular spewing territory. At least once a day.
- Evelyn grabs bowls and pretends to throw up in them. A bit disturbing, but at least we know she's observant. If she actually sees me getting sick with the bowl or the toilet, she stands there and cries until I'm finished. I try to smile and tell her that mommy's okay when I can come up for air.
- My poor face still takes the brunt of it. I pop capillaries left and right when my stomach is trying to empty contents that are not there. Today I have a nice patch of red all around my right eye.
- I'm tired and not on top of everything I should be on top of, which is really frustrating.
- I have had an ultrasound (to determine the due date) and I have my first official appointment tomorrow. Jonathan is out of vacation time at work so I went to the ultrasound with Evelyn and it's looking like I'll go with her tomorrow as well. This is only just now dawning on me that it's the night before the appointment and I did not arrange for a sitter. Boo.
- I'm not allowed to go to the birth center anymore, as I've risked out of their care due to my history of hypertension. This is frustrating and I cried when they told me.
- I'm going to UNC Family Practice instead, and I'll deliver at UNC again. This time I'll be armed with much more knowledge, I'll ask for a nurse who will tolerate (or perhaps even enjoy) someone who doesn't want pain meds or ambien, I'll get the IV team to navigate my allegedly valve-filled veins, and I'll have a doula to help me and Jonathan keep it together. Not that last time was terrible at all - in fact it was incredibly empowering and amazing - but there's always room for improvement.
- At first all I wanted was fresh-squeezed lemonade. I even broke my Chik-fil-a boycott twice to guzzle their delicious lemonade. Now I want pickles. Crunchy, cold, dill pickles. All the time.
And that is all. There is much more to come on this topic, I'm sure. But next time I'll try to fill you in on my summer reading progress. I'm learning to love fiction!
Comments
Hope the puking goes away at 12-15 weeks. So far, I've limited my barf fests to two major episodes.
-Abby
And you have (had?) a Chik-fil-a boycott? How come?