Pregnant Lady TMI Posts

Timeline:  Week 16

Bump:Noticeable

Giggle Activity: No definite punches or kicks as yet but I can definitely feel some light activity when I shift from side to side in my sleep.

Cravings: None. No taco or kimchi cravings. Though occasionally I am utterly satisfied eating a small bowl of rice with a tiny bit of leftovers and a squirt of Japanese Mayo.  If there  comes a time when I poke Hubbycakes outta bed and make him go out and get me a bucket of fried chicken, soba noodles, and a jar of pickle relish, I’ll be sure to let you know. As yet that hasn’t happened.

Digestion:

• Still relatively constipated. Why. Why. Why?  At least it’s not distressingly painful any more.
• Gassy and gurgly.  I am always outdone by my hubbycakes though. So I guess I don’t feel too bad then.Win!
• I’m drinking loads of water which appears to help and have managed to finally pass the phase of relatively persistent nausea to just the occasional violet vomiting after eating a bite too much. This happens every couple of days now vs. every day twice or three times a day. So yay! Progress!
• Hubbycakes and I, for example, went out to eat at Crow on Saturday to celebrate our 1 year wedding anniversary with a night out.  Hubbycakes ordered everything I couldn’t. A froufrou cocktail, a glass of wine, a gorgeous plate of beautiful seared scallops. I had noshed on a load of bread, the Mediterranean appetizer platter which included a whole roasted olive oil baked garlic bulb, tapenade, hummus, bread, feta cheese, etc  and then my main course was the brown butter gnocchi with butternut squash with a cup of hot water with lemon.  It was fabulous.  Then I started coughing lightly and excused myself to the bathroom.  Where then it *all* came back up in a rather embarrassingly loud display.   The other two women in the restroom in the other stalls excused themselves out of the bathroom with extreme haste and didn’t even wash their hands.  They may be grossed out by my upchucking but frankly, I always wash my hands after peeing. You. Dirty. Nasty. Bitches.
• So I’m eating about 2 small meals a day which manage to stay down. If I eat a bite or two too much, it all comes up and then I have to have a piece of pumpkin pie at night.

Playtime:

• As an event, this is on an accelerated pace as it requires completion before any repetitive motion triggers a nausea attack. Well. It’s efficient at  least.

Sleep:

•  I’m fortunate to have the luxury of no pressing morning concerns. My sleep has become more solid and has been much easier when I’m sleeping on my side, cradling the belly with Giggle and with a pillow between my knees.  My hips for a week or two had a mild ache and my knees felt weirdly uncomfortable knocking against each other.  The pillow helps.

Miscellaneous:

• Panties. All my cute flirty panties are on sabattical.  Without needing to transition to full on super supporto-band pregger panties I’ve found some really cute boyshort cut panties that dont’ make me feel like a waterbuffalo and fit nicely. Gawd bless Hanes.
• Pregnancy books consumed:
  • What to Expect when You’re Expecting
  • The Girlfriend’s Guide to Pregnancy
  • Skinny Bitch Bun in the Oven   This book has the best breakdown I’ve seen on pregger lady weightgain and what it means.
    • Baby 6-8 Lbs
    • Placenta 1-2 Lbs
    • Fluids in Maternal Tissue: 2-4 Lbs
    • Uterus: 2 Lbs
    • Boobs: 1-2 Lbs
    • Blood Volume: 3-4 Lbs
    • Amniotic Fluid: 2 Lbs
    • Fat and Nutrient Stores: 4-7Lbs

Mood/Psychology:

• I’m feely pretty mellow and good and I’m getting pretty excited about how this, every day, is beginning to feel more real and super exciting.

Overall Grade:B+

If you wanna contribute to my baby’s diaper fund, feel free.

 

It’s been over a month since I’ve last blogged anything and so I’m way over due.

The fact that my space key on the keyboard sticks and tendsnottoworkmakesitfeellikeeverythingisonebigrunonsentence.

Which isn’t really condusive to writing but I’ll make due.

So for those who missed various announcements before me and Squishy aka Dr. McnerdyNerdy aka the Hubbycakes left SF just a few weeks ago, I’ve started a new stint of clean living because I’m now, at this juncture, about 12 weeks preggers.

No caffeine, no booze, no cigarettes, no carbonated beverages, no sushi, no shellfish, no Desperate Housewives.

I’m  talking totally and complete clean living.  Whatever damage I’ve done to my body has been of my own volition in the past but I won’t have this kid, nicknamed “Giggle” be impacted at all by any choices that I make in consumption.

The kid, however, has some of his own ideas.

Giggle, in 12 weeks of being in-utero bundle of awesome, has clearly expressed some dietary preferences and opinions.

These are clearly influenced by the kid’s father who refers to”kilted man is human taco in wool shell”

Likes: Tacos, Doritos, Chocolate Icecream

Dislikes: Pretty much everything else.

Results: This week alone, I’ve consumed about 12 tacos. Homemade, at Reynas and even the Soft Tacos Supreme from Tacobell.

For those of you who know me, this is very unusual. I’m not the taco junkie my husband is.  I don’t have company event Taco Tuesdays as an excuse to satisfy my guacamole and salsa habit.  I’m a rice and meat grubbing gal who’s known as more of meat-tooth than a sweet-tooth and now I can’t settle in at night without a bowl of chocolate icecream. (I like Breyers.)

And I suppose it would be easier to handle this dietary adjustment if it would all stay down.

But alas no.

Nay.

Nix.

Nada.

I get the upchucks, near daily for the last 4 weeks. It happens not in the morning, but in the evening. Anytime between 7Pm and 3Am.

This has made  it extremely difficult to manage social engagements, being out with friends, and trying to rally to find something that doesn’t smell like belly-acid-taco-choc0late-souffle-a-la-toilet-bowl that also doesn’t make me look unseemly with the belly sticking out.

Things that are most iritating about the evening sickness:

1. The Smell.  The taco/chocolate combo isn’t the worst while going down. But imagine it coming back up… and then…wait. pardon me a sec. Bathroom break.
2. The Visuals. It really isn’t pretty. I’ll spare you a photo.
3. The Splashback.  On your face, clothing, and etc.  High velocity projectile vomiting has quite a surprising radius of splashback.
4. The irregularity of it.  Unpredictable and a tremendous social hamper that makes you just wanna stay at home.
5. The inability to medically address it.  NO MEDS.

So yeah.  Not the most fun, but I’m pretty sure that Giggle will be worth it.

Or I shall make him/her pay with guilt trips the rest of his/her life over the agony and inconvenience of it all. (I jest!)