I know a lot of PG people fill these out and I always found them terribly boring, but I guess I should record these items for posterity's sake.
How far along? 13 1/2 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: about 5 lbs. 4 if I'm drinking a lot of water, 6 if I'm retaining water.
Maternity clothes? They're not a necessity at this point, but I have a few items (like these great jeans I got last week) that I'm starting to sneak in rather than buying larger sizes.
Stretch marks? None.
Sleep: I had a few nights of insomnia, probably induced by me trying to sleep on my side instead of my back, but last night I just slept any which way, which was fabulous.
Best moment this week: Switching over to 2T on TheBump! 1T was not for me.
Movement: Only my ass widening.
Food cravings: OJ in the morning (I bought all of these fancy juices and I can barely bring myself to drink them). That's about it.
Food aversions (added this!): bananas. I think I'd rather die than eat one and I used to love them.
Gender: TBD. I set my big u/s appt at my next appt on the 22nd. Is it wrong that I'm thinking of giving them my LMP date instead of O date so that they put me in earlier?
Labor Signs: Oh god no.
Belly Button in or out? In.
What I miss: I don't really think I'm missing anything. I was going to take hang gliding lessons next week while on vacation (before I got PG) but that plan is nixed and I'm kinda sad about that.
What I am looking forward to: Nesting and getting the baby's room together
Weekly Wisdom: Ha! I have none. I'm just lucky. Ridiculously lucky.
Milestones: TheBump says I'm in the 2nd tri! Oh, and rumor has it that my behbeh is the size of a peach or a lemon... That's so amazing!!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Dream from last week... a belated post
So I had this awful dream last night that I had to go in for testing and the girl at the front desk was a total rude bitch to me--not answering my questions, acting like I was stupid for not already knowing everything they were going to do, etc. I finally flipped my bitch switch, went off on her, and asked for someone else to help me--and everyone thought *I* was being crazy instead of justified in my frustration.
Then I go into this room where these weird testing machines drop down from the ceiling and when I light blinked, you had to click the corresponding lever to test your vision and reaction time. Only they didn't tell me that was what the test was, so I didn't understand what I was supposed to do. And to make this test even more weird, there were several people in the room --pregnant and not pregnant (including my sister who was with me) who took it, too. They all seemed to understand what to do.
Then I'm in this suite type room waiting to be taken back to test and suddenly all of my family barges in and starts to be really obnoxious and very rude. I'm getting frustrated that I still don't know what tests they're going to run. My family thinks I'm being totally unreasonable--partying it up while I'm trying to calm down and wait to be tested.
Analysis:
- Girl at front desk = I don't feel like I have a clear understanding of where my prenatal care is headed. I mean, I always know when my next appointment will be and what we'll do, but I don't have an overall "big picture" laid out.
- Testing = I'm still not 100% sure what they're actually testing during bloodwork, paps, urine, etc. And I have a growing fear of unnecessary testing and interventions.
- My family being whack jobs = We are talking about our birth plan and who we want to have there. I feel like I'd like it to just be me and DH, but my mom really wants to be there--and she knows a ton about childbirth. But she can certainly grate on my nerves and sometimes I feel like she tries to claim childbirth as "her thing," which makes me want to invite DH's parents so that they can share in it too (*IF* they want to). This also complicates things because my mom and my dad can't really be in the same room together. Anyway. This is another story for another day and one that I suspect you'll be hearing more on soon.
xoxo,
MSC
Then I go into this room where these weird testing machines drop down from the ceiling and when I light blinked, you had to click the corresponding lever to test your vision and reaction time. Only they didn't tell me that was what the test was, so I didn't understand what I was supposed to do. And to make this test even more weird, there were several people in the room --pregnant and not pregnant (including my sister who was with me) who took it, too. They all seemed to understand what to do.
Then I'm in this suite type room waiting to be taken back to test and suddenly all of my family barges in and starts to be really obnoxious and very rude. I'm getting frustrated that I still don't know what tests they're going to run. My family thinks I'm being totally unreasonable--partying it up while I'm trying to calm down and wait to be tested.
Analysis:
- Girl at front desk = I don't feel like I have a clear understanding of where my prenatal care is headed. I mean, I always know when my next appointment will be and what we'll do, but I don't have an overall "big picture" laid out.
- Testing = I'm still not 100% sure what they're actually testing during bloodwork, paps, urine, etc. And I have a growing fear of unnecessary testing and interventions.
- My family being whack jobs = We are talking about our birth plan and who we want to have there. I feel like I'd like it to just be me and DH, but my mom really wants to be there--and she knows a ton about childbirth. But she can certainly grate on my nerves and sometimes I feel like she tries to claim childbirth as "her thing," which makes me want to invite DH's parents so that they can share in it too (*IF* they want to). This also complicates things because my mom and my dad can't really be in the same room together. Anyway. This is another story for another day and one that I suspect you'll be hearing more on soon.
xoxo,
MSC
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