I know it’s been quite a bit since I updated, but in all fairness, I don’t think flatulence, irritability, weird tummy movements and nausea warrant daily posts. Yeah, I didn’t think you would either.
But what I do find amusing enough to write about is that my life now revolves around food. When I can eat, what I can eat, how much did I eat, is that enough for the baby? In fact, I get quizzed by both my Husband and my Mother minutes after they come home. And my how my tastes have changed! Pre-pregnancy I was a meat and potatoes kinda gal, with a hardy fudge brownie a la mode after. Sure I had a fabulous spinach salad with basalmic vinaigrette beforehand and those potatoes were probably organic, but that was the way I ate. And now?
Well, at no time does red meat sound, look or smell appetizing… in fact, it’s sure to get me nauseous. I was brave enough to try some of the carne asada Justin made last night - normally a mouth-watering perfection of garlic-pepper and lime cooked to medium goodness - became a disgusting piece of carcass garnished with sourness and blood. I was so grossed out that I barely choked down a piece he sliced off of his portion. (more…)
On this day, the first day of my 12th week of pregnancy, I have come to the conclusion that there is a big difference between embracing pregnancy and embracing motherhood.
I, for example, relish the thought of cooing at my Little One during the 1:30, 3 and 5 am feedings (like it’s ever two hours on the dot!). Diaper changes? No problem… I can always crack jokes about nuclear poo and the needing (perhaps even the wearing) of a hazmat suit. The cost… well, the cost does scare me but so does the price of gasoline and I manage. You see, I helped raise my little brother, did the babysitting/nanny thing and I loved it. Really. And after dealing with my brain disease and the elements of a psych ward, I feel I’ll do just fine under the sleep deprivation and crying - just like in the psych ward, but this time the source of both is 1) cute and 2) something I helped make.
But PREGNANCY? This I’m having a hard time embracing. In fact, I have nightly attacks of anxiety which I have to breathe and talk myself down out of… (more…)
Today, I picked up a book that very well may have saved my sanity:
And in a fabulous copycat manner from Novelle360, I also purchased my very own pregnancy journal:
Let the over-researching anxiety-therapy continue!…
