Yup. You heard it too?That is the sound of me expanding. I've popped. In one day.From Saturday to Sunday this weekend I seem to now be showing. You would think with all the walking and ab work I did it would have made a difference, but bean number two or Dash Two as I'm referring to this kid until some personality shows, has decided to makes it presence known.Maternity clothes are in effect and I'm diggin' the rubber band look for my pants. While not quite ready for most maternity shirts my regular fitted ones no longer fit. I'm in a clothing dilemma. This is where I need some kind-hearted designer or maternity clothing company to send me some of those in-between clothes. AHEM!Also, today is the last day to enter my SanDisk Mother's Day contest. It's 8GB people! Jump on board before it's … [Read more...]
The Road to Recovery
We had good news yesterday and for that I am relieved. There is another reason though for that much needed and great relief. I got meds.While I haven't talked about it much to anyone, which quite honestly is unlike me and I think a sign of how bad things had actually gotten, things were pretty bad for me. When I asked for drugs to reduce the nausea and sick a few weeks back I was 'pooh poohed' by my doc. This time? New doctor. When I told her about how I couldn't even tolerate water or much of anything else, the frustrations I've had about food and heartburn which make me not want to consume anything anymore she agreed it was time to put me on a path to better wellness.Here's the thing that I didn't discuss with her though. The big guns I would have drawn out if I had been refused … [Read more...]
Oh Just a Tad Nervous
I'm a wee bit nervous today. OK, maybe more like A LOT nervous. Today is the day we get to hear this bean's heartbeat for the first time and this day always fills me with some fear. I get all excited when we first make the appointment but as the day draws closer I find myself almost not wanting to go in fear that all we will hear is silence. That the anxious feeling I possess will overtake the room and be palpable as it spreads to everyone else in the room. I tell myself that all the miserable sick of the past few weeks is a sign that things are going just swimmingly and I have no reason to worry but the fear persists.So today we know. I'm glad I'm not going alone. H will be there to hold my hand and that makes it better even when I just think about it.Want something a bit more … [Read more...]
Yippie Kai Yai Yay….
It seems that daily there is something new going on with me. None of it too exciting unless you count the fifteen minutes I spent yelling at my newly bulging thighs this past week. We are not even going to talk about the saggy butt syndrome. Yup. Already. My body is in fat storing mode. No matter what now those saddlebags will sit there until I'm done breastfeeding and doing tight'n'tone at the gym for days on end again. I'm just going to start yelling, "Giddy up!" each time I start walking now.My breast have expanded to larger proportions and they've been called 'cans' by H more than once. Which really? Is that correct terminology? Cans? I was blessed to not have the smell of coffee wafting through my house this morning. Thank you Jesus! The stuff I used to wish I could tether to an IV … [Read more...]
New Obsessions
I used to obsess about handbags and cute sandals. Really. Just weeks ago. Accessories and nail polishes were like air to me. These days all my creative juices seem sapped by a guppy-sized being inhabiting my lower regions. My desires for cute butt jeans and wedge heels have transferred to working myself into a lather over just the idea of a Pizza Hut pan pizza only for me. When I sit down to work all I can think of is how brownies repulse me and the idea of a nachos bell grande seems like pure bliss. My house never feels clean and I want to change my sheets daily. I yearn to plant acres of flowers, and I've started exploring Top Online Plant Stores for inspiration. All ideas of baking have been put aside. I am not pregnant I have had a lobotomy. People say this about mothers all the … [Read more...]
The First Trimester – Where even I don’t know myself
I remember puking over anything poultry and eating pork up to four times a day when I was pregnant with T.D. Salad made me queasy and want to ralph so badly it took me almost a year and a half to want to eat it again. Now?Now, I'm loving the fact that H just brought me two soft taco supremes from the Bell and I can down them in a sickly wolf like fashion. He should be given the Nobel Peace Prize for getting them so fast and keeping me so happy.I had to pull over STAT the other day to buy three chicken selects. No dippin' sauce. Just give me the damn selects! Only three please. Anymore and I might actually barf.This is not me. I do not eat this way. I shun french fries and almost anything sweet and want to guzzle coke from a fountain. Smartfood is my new best friend.Pizza made me sick … [Read more...]
Angsty Pregnant Blogger Goes to a Conference
Today I'm off to the beautiful land of New Jersey to seek out the answers to infant and toddler sleep patterns, all that is new in J&J products and if I wasn't pregnant to drink a little.Now don't get me wrong, I'm excited to go. Happy to be invited. Thrilled to be carpooling with this crew. But when H asked me this morning if I was packed and ready to go, all pumped up to talk to other bloggers I said, "eehhh..I'm more concerned about food. When will we eat? Will there be snacks? I forgot to buy crackers. I know were talking about sleep issues with kids, will there be nap time for me?" Seriously. This is what it comes down to. A tiny being smaller than a grain of rice is making me nauseous as hell right now and I'm playing it moment by moment most days. It sucks. I've already uttered, … [Read more...]
A Riddle for You
So what do you get when you take a cranky toddler who will only nap because when she wakes up Daddy (who has been gone 3 weeks) will be home and then Daddy decides to go to the Nationals Opening Day game first so he's not home when she wakes up?You get dinner thrown at you by a toddler.That's what.You get an egg salad sandwich hurled at your face by one red-faced, crying with her mouth open and full of egg goo, hurt little toddler screaming for her Daddy.Fun times. Fun times, indeed.Then you realize that you have eaten about 12 eggs in three days and that pregnancy does indeed make you eat weird things. Maybe sky high cholesterol makes toddlers behave more like indignant monarchs?*We have a due date...November 28! More on this melodramatic saga later. … [Read more...]