its been a while...

As you've noticed, I haven't blogged in a while. Our computer has a virus and we can't even turn it on, bummer. I have been reduced to using my phone with a 2 inch screen. So if I can't see in a few days, this is why. So, its been while. There have been a few changes, some ups and downs (mostly on the scale, and mostly ups), and a little excitement.

The last time I posted I was just about to enter week 13. Well, week 13 has come and gone and now I am 14 weeks and (drum roll) we've finally entered the second trimester!!! I've mentioned it before, this is the oh so wonderful, I want to have 18 kids and be pregnant forever "Honeymoon Phase". I'm not sure what's going on, because it has not been a honeymoon for me just let. Don't get me wrong, its so much better. I don't feel sick all day long and my breast no longer feel like they're going to combust at any moment (was that an over share of information), wonderful right? Well the nausea has been replaced by unrelenting and unmerciful heartburn. Before I was pregnant I had no idea what heartburn was. Then, suddenly, my stomach just didn't feel right. I wasn't nauseated and I didn't have to use the bathroom, it just felt strange. It wasn't until I was trying to explain it to my husband that I realized what it was. I believe I said my stomach was boiling and it feels like there's a fire inside me. Bingo! That awful, lava in my stomach feel, is none other than heartburn. Just avoid spicy, acidic food right? Wrong, wrong, wrong. I get heartburn from a milk shake! Crackers get my stomach boiling. Sounds horrible huh? Well, it is. However, I'd take heartburn, hands down, any day, over morning sickness. I just carry a pack of Tums and Zantec with me everywhere I go, problem mostly solved. I'm also still dealing with constipation (that was definitely an over share of information) but I found a miracle cure, laxative tea. Its yummy and works like a charm. So maybe, I am in the honeymoon phase, we just have a dysfunctional relationship.

Now that I'm 14 weeks along the baby is now the size of a lemon. It can open and close its tiny little hands and move its eyes. The skin is getting thicker and hair follicles are developing under the skin. It will soon start growing body hair called lanugo, to keep the baby warm, like its own little heated blanket. Eventually this hair is shed, when the baby starts to get some body fat. I seen a picture of a preemie that still had its body hair and it looked like a cute little monkey baby. However, when I say cute, i mean cute for that family. I want a human, not a primate. But apparently I guess I'm carrying a little monkey now, so I'll take it with joy. I bet I'll have the cutest monkey/human you've every seen!

Any how, before I went off about baby hair, the baby is growing quite fast now. My uterus is now the size of a small melon and my stomach is growing. I'm not noticeably pregnant yet. When I wear fitted tops, like when I workout, I just look incredibly out of shape. My arms and legs are the same as before, but when u see my stomach, you think, "what a slob, she must drink a ton of beer". My scale, apparently feels the same way about me. At one point it said I gained 6 lbs! I was kinda eating like a little pig, but 6lbs, really?! Well, that was a reality check. I've been making better choices and watching my junk food intake. Someone at work even said they noticed my eating habits had changed, a nice way of saying you have been pigging out! So, I'm back on baby boot camp and I'm at a healthier weight gain. And don't worry, I'm not dieting, I'm just eating like a healthy human should...with the occasional hot dog.

So, that's the latest with the pregnancy. I did want to mention that I think, I'm not for sure, that I felt the baby move. Its very early in the pregnancy for a first time mom to normally feel it. However, they say if you're thin then the you may feel it earlier, at week 13 or 14, and well, obviously, I'm thin...right? Don't answer that. It was probably just gas, anyway. Lol.

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the best thing I've ever had...

As, I enter week 13, the morning sickness has finally began to settle. That annoying queasy feeling only visits about 2 or 3 times a week. I can finally eat like a normal person, and boy have I. Can I just say, food is so amazing. I love, love, love food. I'm so happy I don't feel like I'm constantly going to hurl. I've always had a love affair with tasty treats, I'm just so please that food and I have finally made up and we're BFF's again.

Just the other day at work, I had lunch delivered, a Chicago Style hot dog ( a hot dog with spicy mustard, neon green relish, pickle, Roma tomato, and 2 hot peppers, delicious, I know). After I ate it, I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. That hot dog blew my mind. I couldn't stop talking about it. Hours later, my favorite topic was that hot dog, I'm pretty sure I seen someone roll their eyes, but I knew they were just jealous they only had a lame Lean Cuisine. I texted Andrew about the hot dog 3 times, literally. It was so amazing, I wanted, no, needed another one. So on my way home, I went 20mins out of the way to get a couple for me, I mean Andrew and I. After he ate his I was staring intently to see his reaction, but all I got was, "Yeah, I guess its pretty good." Pretty good? Pretty Good!?! I was speechless. That hot dog changed my life and all he could say was pretty good?! He just doesn't have the developed taste palette that I do, obviously.

After my little hot dog meltdown, Andrew mentioned that the girls he worked with thought my text about that luscious hot dog were funny. One of the girls, a mother of 3, mentioned that once you're past the morning sickness phase, food is absolutely delicious, orgasmic even. That made me smile, but this hot dog situation has nothing to do with me being pregnant. True, I've never went on and on about a hot dog before. True, I've never gone out and bought my husband food just so I'd have an excuse to get a second serving of something in the same day. But no, this was totally not a pregnancy thing.

However, I bought a sour cream doughnut and I ate just a little nibble of it. As soon as that sweet glaze touched my tongue and the flesh of the doughnut melted in my mouth, I made an audible moan. I immediately begun to think, "this is the best...." And then it hit me, this has to be the pregnancy talking. When I thought about it, for that past few days, almost everything I've eaten has been "the best I've ever had." No, no, no, this can't be happening to me. I can't fall under the seductive, delicious control of food. I now understand how women gain 40lbs with their 1st pregnancy. Food, almost, lulls you into a compliant trance. I weight myself Friday and I put on 2lbs!!! I've been trying to eat my fruits and veggies and now I'm back to my normal, healthy preggo weight. I will not let food control me....except between Friday and Sunday, and the occasional Thursday. Muumuu, here I come!

let the warfare begin...

A week or two ago I mentioned that I have already gained 2lbs. I'm happy to report that my weight is still the same, however, I have had my 3lbs days and my 1lbs. I'm averaging, brace yourselves, 128lbs. They recommend, not exactly sure who "they" are, working out 30min a day for pregnant women. Lets get real, in the 1 trimester you're beat just walking from your bed to the shower, let alone working 8 hours on your feet. So lets just say I've been struggling with the 30min a day workout. But, every Monday I find enough energy to workout for like 2 hours, and that workout will last me til next Monday...right? I have to say, guilt is great workout motivation, but I only seem to feel guilty on Mondays, strange. Plus, the gym I workout at isn't much help. I feel like a super model every time I walk through those doors. I swear I can hear some people thinking, "what is she doing here?" Clearly, I'm not a super model and I'm barely in the "Healthy" section on the BMI chart, but the quality of people working out at my gym just gives an instant self esteem boost to anyone mildly attractive and not too horribly out of shape.

The tides are changing though, I think I've found my motivation. I've pretty much always knew I'd be the super cute pregnant girl. I enjoy looking good and dressing nice, no matter what the circumstance. Stiletto sandals on a snowy, January night, with a pair of shorts and tights on? Please, I don't have to think twice about wearing that, who cares if I can't feel one of my toes, I've got 9 more. That, in a nut shell, is my philosophy. Why should pregnancy be any different? My place of employment is much like my gym...well, exactly like my gym, instant self esteem boost. So I pretty much knew I was going to be the hottest, cutest pregnant one there, that is, until I found out who else there is pregnant too. She's a little older then me, but she's got that whole runner thing going on. She's very thin, very sweet, and pretty cute, my worst nightmare. So now we are in competition (not sure if she's aware, though) for cutest pregnant girl. So lets just say, I've been hitting the gym a lot more and working it out! I weigh myself everyday and have been eating a ton of fruits and veggies. This is WAR.

So my stomach is getting rounder and rounder and I finally have some to show: 11 week baby bump!

Would you just look at that?! Cutest pregnant girl, in the bag!!!

the ugly...

Pregnancy is full of surprises. Seeing as how I'm only 11 weeks along, I'm pretty sure I have no idea about how surprising it can be, but as a 11 week vet. I can offer a little insight into the early weeks. So, pretty much everyone knows that when you're pregnant, there's the good and the bad. The Good: you get a beautiful round belly, long, thick Pantene model hair, and wonderful glowing skin. The Bad: you get sick, fat, swollen appendages, teenage acne, and oh so, lovely stretch marks. But again, like a lot of other pregnancy society secrets, no one mentions the ugly.

The ugly: constipation, gas, bloating, burping, and hemorrhoids. Oh, did I mention gas? When it comes to digestion, with the only exception of burping, I am about as ladylike as they come. My bowels are as stuck up as I am. They only like to move in the privacy of my own home. Going number 2 in the presents of others, shameful. Going more then 2 or 3 times a week, rude and inappropriate. Now, however, I miss the days when I had the option to go when I pleased. When you're pregnant, the hormones in your body slow down and relax certain muscles, making digestion pretty much come to a halt. While this brings misery to me, it gives the baby more time to absorb the nutrients in the very very slow digesting foods. So I guess I can handle a little constipation so my baby can eat.

There's also the gas and bloating. Now matter what I eat or how fast or slow I eat it, I become bloated. While my stomach is a little rounder now, after I eat I look like I'm 6 months pregnant. My stomach swells to an unbelievable size. Even worse, its impossible to suck it in. Someone at work even said they couldn't believe how much I was showing. What?!? Showing?!! I almost lost it. Then I had to weigh what is worse, her thinking I'm carrying massive twins in my massive stomach, or explaining that I'm bloated and my stomach is almost past maximum capacity....due to my vanity, I went with the latter. 

As in most cases, the bloating is followed by gas. I hate gas, even my own. But now, I'm sad to say, I can't escape it. I've tried Beano and Gas-x and nothing seems to work. Gas, as I'm sure you know, doesn't go well with a ladylike image. I may as well put on a trucker hat and unbutton my jeans. I feel like I'm running to the bathroom every 5 minutes to relieve myself. But, passing the gas does bring some relief for my gigantic, over stretch, bloated stomach. I know, I'm a digesting pig. Just call me Billy Bob. So if you're around me and something smells fresh, "Excuse me," in advance.

too much, too soon?

I 'm pretty good at shopping...no, it's more like I have a god-given gift for shopping. Most women will say that they like to shop, but for me, its so much more. I don't stroll aimless from store to store, or even rack to rack. Instead, I have a swift stride. When my feet hit the ground, they do so with purpose and determination. I always have a plan of attack, even when I'm shopping for nothing in particular. For me, a trip to the mall, or even the local Target, is like a special mission requiring my expertise. Like I said, shopping to me is more then just a casual stroll through the mall, its so much more. I might sound like an addict, but the thrill and exhilaration that comes with a purchase is such a beautiful feeling. I'm pretty sure I go through withdraws when I haven't had my fix in a while. But rest assured, I have it under control. I can stop at anytime...I'm just not ready to yet. Plus, I haven't resorted to stealing from family to get my next fix. By the way, I do watch intervention, and if I see one camera, I'll never talk to any of you again.

So where am I going with this, you've probably asked yourself 5 times by now? Well, I've decided that its probably not the best idea for me to be shopping for my body right now. Even though I'm more than determine to loose my baby weight and return to this size, mostly because I love, love, love all my clothes and I can't even bring myself to think about mourning their lost for a year, let alone forever. (sorry, off on a tangent again) So anyhow, now that I'm not shopping for myself, I feel this massive void. So what better to fill this void with then more shopping, but now for a little baby?!

I find myself online for hours shopping (window shopping at the moment) for baby stuff. Its amazing how much adorable stuff is out there. And I had no idea, until now, that I need all of it, even the special, upright, Euro Tub for baby baths, or the oh so cute and absolutely necessary baby bath robe. Since I am only 10 weeks along, I've been trying to refrain from buying. I'm going to try to hold out for week 20, the half way point. But I think its only reasonable to make exceptions for special items or circumstances.

Quick question-Seeing as I'm only 10 weeks, would it be crazy if, maybe, I bought a highchair? Too much? Well, what if said highchair was one I was stalking for nearly a year when we were trying to get pregnant? Or if I said it was originally $120 but I found one in great condition on craigslist for $35? Still too much? Well just remember, this MIGHT be a hypothetical situation and I will neither confirm nor deny the purchase of a highchair...at 10 weeks. One more question- What about a baby sling? Still too much?

I don't think I'm going to make it another 10 weeks.

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