you don’t really feel pregnant. You just feel like someone who needs to start thinking about going on Weight Watchers, has the flu, and a super human sense of smell.
I don’t mind getting bigger. I actually can’t wait for a pregnant belly to rub again. The fact that I’ve already had to stop buttoning my pants just shy of 5 weeks assures me that I may well get my wish a bit sooner than expected.
5 weeks people. Is that some kind of record?
I LONG for my maternity clothes. I can remember putting them away and being ever so sad. Partially because regular clothes no longer fit, but neither did maternity.
Then I discovered Spanx and the world was righted again.
Besides the fact that I am expanding rapidly, I had the thought in Target today that should someone ask me how far along I was, I would tell them 2 months. Maybe 3.
I don’t think I could say 5 weeks and look them in their judging eyes.
So maybe I’d just say I didn’t know I even was. Shock them.
Then there is the queasy feeling of being on a boat all day (the SNL song “I’m on a boat” complete with hands in the air and a jacket blowing in the wind plays over and over in my mind) and in all honesty it’s actually…
I’m not insane. When you spend the better part of a year hurling up Cheerios and Top Ramen and beg the nurse for Zofran 2 hours before you push your kid out and FINALLY STOP THE BARFING MADNESS – the feeling of just being nauseated is quite pleasant. It’s a reminder that all is well with my little one, and to take it easy till it passes.
May it stay this way.
I get “sick” at night, and in the late morning. Sometimes afternoon. Always when driving. It’s more of a pounding headache coupled with an upset stomach and being dizzy. I lay down with my ginger tea and do nothing for a little while. At night anyway. When Bella is up there isn’t much of that.
She’s been a doll lately. Today I passed out on the couch by accident and woke up to her kissing me on the forehead. That was super cute. She understands I don’t feel good and is more than willing to snuggle with me for a while when I need her to be still. Thank goodness for Netflix and Blue’s Clues. There are times I simply have to turn the tv on so I can rest.
Sam, who has been really sweet as well, has to do kitty litter duty again ::insert evil laugh here:: but it’s actually not that great because I can totally smell it all day – even fresh, and it makes me ill. Yesterday I just closed the door and then forgot. We had some very angry kitties by the time I remembered.
Things are good. I’m focusing on right now and not later, and suprisingly, I’m not anxious about my pregnancy – or having another. There was a point a few weeks ago that I suddenly realized I could do this. Maybe more than just this time too. I’ll blog about that later.
So far, so good. It’s early, but things are steady and manageable. I can feel the thoughts and prayers and well wishes, I get the emails, comments, tweets, and sweet FB messages and it helps. Tremendously. So thank you for taking the time to remember us and do that.
Now if you’ll excuse me – I have to slip into the pajamas I’ve been dreaming about because there is a stretchy waistband and watch The Daily Show with Sam.