Thursday, April 27, 2006
Daddy Eats for Two...
Hi this is Josh. I'm eating a grilled cheese sandwich. That's what I do these days.
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Here we go!
Well, it's officially been 9 1/2 weeks since our happy little journey began. (Not to break stride with how I tend to operate in every other walk of life, I'm JUST now getting around to starting an official "pregnancy journal".) Even though it was one mere month to date that the magic stick came back with a startling "two lines," it seems like it's been quite a while - it's starting to grow on us as "the way life is".
Be forewarned - I'm going to be candid. Perhaps painfully candid. If you can't stand the abundance of information -- then change the channel, this ain't the stop for you!
I have experienced a lot of changes already. Let's just start with --- My boobs HURT! I've never really had this as a PMS-ish type of issue, but dang if isn't now!! They just hurt, like needles poking in them. I did have a surgery to reduce their volume about two years ago and I know some of the nerve endings were still connecting and this in itself can be a bit painful. I'm thinking that the pregnancy has encouraged this nerve ending process just a bit so everything is ready to, uh, function when the baby arrives. So we've really compounded the discomfort issue here.
Next note, I think about two days ago my belly officially POPPED out! There's no hiding this little wonder now! Although, we we're out of the gestational closet with everyone, so it's okay. But now I just feel really fat, like a protruding ring has just been exposed.
I'm also very lucky to have a very sweet "baby daddy". Josh is terribly sweet, sending me text messages saying "take care of my baby", buying low-sodium saltines, and doing every bit of housework I used to do. I've been really exhuasted, so dinners and daily house maintenance has come to a screeeeching halt! It's very sweet. He's been quite doting. I know I'm lucky and so is this baby.
As far as illness/queasiness goes, not too much excitement there. I'm hungry a lot, but haven't really felt sick per se, just need food when I need it. If not fed promptly, the queasiness threatens. So, of course I oblige, by eating. I think I've gained about 7 pounds so far - it's a bit on the high side, but I was taking phentermine before and sticking pretty closely with nutrisystem. So I'm sure whole milk was a shock to my system -- "FAT CELLS REJOICE". Although, i don't care, i'm okay with reckless abandoned. I'll be working pretty hard to get the weight off when it's all said and done, so I'm going to, as Josh suggested, "live it up" while I can!
Oh and here's something neato. We've seen two sonograms -- although it's hard to tell what's what on it, it's still cool to get the confirmation that stuff is working like it should and the little bugger is growing. It was cool that we saw one at 6 weeks or so and then another one at 8 weeks. Such a difference! Right now, all books and stuff say that our little bug is about the size of a prune. Not quite a plum yet.
Now here's a tricky issue: maternity clothes. I think it's officially time, or at least time to throw in the towel and start wearing warm-ups with draw strings. Basically, the time has come to surrender. I no longer have a waistline. (It's rough, this used to be one my redeeming qualities...)
So far, pregnancy has been pretty delightful. I've been emotional, bloated (SO bloated), and VERY tired, but it's just such a blessing, we can't even get our minds around it. We're excited to learn more and more about our little person who'll be joining us soon!
Be forewarned - I'm going to be candid. Perhaps painfully candid. If you can't stand the abundance of information -- then change the channel, this ain't the stop for you!
I have experienced a lot of changes already. Let's just start with --- My boobs HURT! I've never really had this as a PMS-ish type of issue, but dang if isn't now!! They just hurt, like needles poking in them. I did have a surgery to reduce their volume about two years ago and I know some of the nerve endings were still connecting and this in itself can be a bit painful. I'm thinking that the pregnancy has encouraged this nerve ending process just a bit so everything is ready to, uh, function when the baby arrives. So we've really compounded the discomfort issue here.
Next note, I think about two days ago my belly officially POPPED out! There's no hiding this little wonder now! Although, we we're out of the gestational closet with everyone, so it's okay. But now I just feel really fat, like a protruding ring has just been exposed.
I'm also very lucky to have a very sweet "baby daddy". Josh is terribly sweet, sending me text messages saying "take care of my baby", buying low-sodium saltines, and doing every bit of housework I used to do. I've been really exhuasted, so dinners and daily house maintenance has come to a screeeeching halt! It's very sweet. He's been quite doting. I know I'm lucky and so is this baby.
As far as illness/queasiness goes, not too much excitement there. I'm hungry a lot, but haven't really felt sick per se, just need food when I need it. If not fed promptly, the queasiness threatens. So, of course I oblige, by eating. I think I've gained about 7 pounds so far - it's a bit on the high side, but I was taking phentermine before and sticking pretty closely with nutrisystem. So I'm sure whole milk was a shock to my system -- "FAT CELLS REJOICE". Although, i don't care, i'm okay with reckless abandoned. I'll be working pretty hard to get the weight off when it's all said and done, so I'm going to, as Josh suggested, "live it up" while I can!
Oh and here's something neato. We've seen two sonograms -- although it's hard to tell what's what on it, it's still cool to get the confirmation that stuff is working like it should and the little bugger is growing. It was cool that we saw one at 6 weeks or so and then another one at 8 weeks. Such a difference! Right now, all books and stuff say that our little bug is about the size of a prune. Not quite a plum yet.
Now here's a tricky issue: maternity clothes. I think it's officially time, or at least time to throw in the towel and start wearing warm-ups with draw strings. Basically, the time has come to surrender. I no longer have a waistline. (It's rough, this used to be one my redeeming qualities...)
So far, pregnancy has been pretty delightful. I've been emotional, bloated (SO bloated), and VERY tired, but it's just such a blessing, we can't even get our minds around it. We're excited to learn more and more about our little person who'll be joining us soon!
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