January 4, 2014. Had been feeling like I was getting the flu for several weeks. Haven't had a period since BEFORE Owen and my doctor told me I was probably not ovulating. Took a pregnancy test in Kansas City a few days before Christmas just to make sure and it was definitely negative. But after continuing to feel so bad, I decided to take one on a Sunday afternoon as we were watching football. Strangely enough it was two years to the DAY that I had gotten a positive test for Owen. Bizarre. And I cried. A bit of a freak out pregnancy moment.
Decided to take a belly picture that day just to document the "start point"... possibly just so that I could feel better about the following weeks and the growing belly and have something to reference so that I can say "I will get back there..." Side shot.
Front shot. 6ish weeks.
7 weeks side shot. Not really apples to apples as this was after dinner...clearly.
7 weeks.
8 weeks side shot.
8 weeks front view.
9 weeks side shot.
9 weeks front.
10 weeks side shot.
10 weeks front.
11 weeks side shot.
11 weeks front.
12 weeks side. I think I forgot to take a front shot. Oh well.
13 weeks side shot.
13 weeks front.
14 weeks front
14 weeks side.
How I'm feeling?
MUCH better from the first trimester hell. Weeks 3-14 were HORRIBLE. I was so sick. ALL DAY. I had a brief glimpse of hope around 13 weeks which turned out to be a mean false alarm. A few days later I was sicker than ever. My food cravings were seriously all over the board (see below). I am so sick and tired of eating because for the most part NOTHING sounds good but if I don't eat, I basically want to die from feeling so sick. And there were a few weeks there where I basically lived on sticks of butter. I don't remember feeling this sick with Owen, though it's entirely possible I did. The one positive about this pregnancy that I can say is that THANK GOD my boobs don't hurt yet. I contribute that partly to the fact that I just stopped breast feeding Owen at around 11 weeks (after a comment from the midwives that I'd be tandem nursing....are you kidding me?!... and thus I stopped nursing Owen pretty much a day later). I have felt SO much worse this time around though. I've had these weird ocular migraines that basically make you feel like you are going blind (you see bright flashy lights for about a half an hour then have a headache for the rest of the day). Never had those with Owen. The worst part though, has definitely been the all day sickness. I can't even tell you how many times this has contributed to me saying "I hate being pregnant." I don't care if it's for a good cause, it is AWFUL and such a cruel, cruel symptom of pregnancy. Pregnancy is hard enough as is! I thought I was again on the upside of it all but once again this morning I woke up extremely ill, more so than I'd been in about 5 days and spent the better part of a couple of hours in the bathroom while I forced myself to choke a banana down to make it ease up a bit (I know, it's seriously a twisted thing... you feel like barfing so you eat). Bah. Please god, MAKE IT STOP SOON. Oh yeah, and NOTHING HELPS. No ginger, no peppermint, nothing.
How I'm changing?
Ha. Um, nothing fits. I think perhaps my body just seized the fact that I'm pregnant again and went for it with gusto. In the first couple of weeks after finding out, I swear I gained 10 pounds. I think this was partly water weight as the next time I weighed myself a week later, I was down 5 pounds from the 10 pound gain. I haven't weighed myself in a while but I am guessing I am probably 10-15 pounds heavier than I was at the beginning. I am just a horrible first trimester person because I just hate this stage of pregnancy when you just look more fat but aren't really telling people you're pregnant. And I immediately gain an instant 10 pounds, so I clearly look different. People give you odd looks and you just kind of have to ignore it. I know, it's all vain, but I just don't like it.
What I'm eating?
I'm just going to do this week by week thus far. I took notes and have literally been all over the board.
Week 6: Macaroni and cheese. By the box. It's the annie's organic kind so maybe that is slightly better? Also, really craving chicken this week (which usually = barf).
Week 7: Ate honey nut cheerios by the box. Also, ate chipotle probably every day for lunch for a week (now that just sounds repulsive... in fact, any thing spicy or mexican is disgusting).
Week 8: Basically just ate loafs of bread and butter. Cheerios no longer were ok, and neither was mexican. Also, absolutely no salads. Nasty.
Week 9: Still just the toast with butter. English muffins with butter were a close second. And I ate a 3 pound costco size box of cinnamon toast crunch. Seriously. It was impressive.
Week 10: Absolutely still no Mexican. No nuts. One day I actually ate a salad this week. I had a SERIOUS craving for sushi (veggie rolls) which I satisifed a couple of times this week, including a valentines day date to one of our old favorites Japonessa in Seattle. Also, really loved split pea soup.
Week 11: Craved salads! (what?!)
Week 12: Was basically feeling more normal but couldn't eat any eggs or meat. Yuck.
Week 13: Craving ranch dressing (huh?!), oatmeal and coconut oil, and ice cream.
Week 14: Eggs are back in the picture and craving serious peanut butter.
Weight I'm gaining?
Haven't weighed myself in a while but I'd guess I'm at 128ish pounds or so (was 115 when this whole thing started). I looked at my 13 week post and I was 121 pounds at the same time with Owen. Oh my GOODNESS. Again, bah, round two, just BAH. Of course, I think I am less obsessed with eating this time because I am just trying to get ANYTHING in if it means I won't feel sick (even if it's totally against my nutrition 'beliefs' and it's a 3 pound box of cinnamon toast crunch). I know the weight will come off, I've proved that before, so it's ok to gain right now.
How I'm sleeping?
This seems like a stupid question this time around. I have an almost 19 month old. Sleep in this house has been a forbidden subject for that same amount of time. As in, WE DON'T and we haven't.... (Actually we sort of are now but we don't talk about it in the case we jinx it). So, moving on.
What's the baby doing?
At 14 weeks:
-The baby is about 3.4 inches long, about the size of a lemon
-The baby can make facial expressions, pee and possibly suck his/her thumb
-The baby is stretching out and the body's growth continues to catch up to the head which now sits on a more distinct neck. By the end of this week the baby's arms have grown to a length proportionate to the rest of his or her body
-The liver starts to make bile and the spleen starts helping in the production of red blood cells
-Some babies have started to grow hair on the head or face (like eyebrows... we aren't talking a little mustache)
What we are doing to prepare for the baby?
We did make an official announcement (if facebook counts as that) around 12 weeks. Other than that, I can't say that we are doing much. I just don't know that I care that much this time around. I mean, all that I did to be "prepared" for Owen was basically just to occupy my time because I still made 1000000 trips to babies r us in the first month of his life for something that I realized was a necessity which I would have had NO CLUE about before. Now I don't need anything to occupy my time as I am chasing Owen around. Anything I "need" for baby, we probably have, and I know that I'll still be lugging a newborn to babies r us hopefully a few less times, but probably just as much as I did with Owen. I guess this time around I just know that clothes don't really matter, the perfect nursery doesn't matter... when that baby pops out, you just hope and pray that you make it out of the following few months intact and with hopefully a little sleep under your belt even with the big bags under your eyes. And in the end, it all goes so fast and each stage is so fleeting. It seems so silly and trivial to me now to spend so much time preparing for that newborn baby stage when it's gone in an instant and we have better things to do with our time. Like play "jump jump" for the millionth time in an hour with Owen.
Random thoughts on pregnancy (pregnancy brain?)
I don't know that I really have any random thoughts. Mainly I just don't like being pregnant. Don't get me wrong- end result is SO worth it, but I just really dislike being pregnant. I'm hoping that once I'm deeper in to the second trimester this will change.
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