For some reason, announcing one’s pregnancy on one’s blog brings out all kinds of folk. I’ve gotten emails from Mark Polokow and Matt Ahearn in the past couple of days! How very super extra blown is that?!
Does anybody say blown any more? Am I dating myself?
I fear that what little interest my blog may have held previously will slowly leach out as I become more and more involved in my private journey of What Hormones Can Do To An Otherwise Moderately Interesting Human Being.
I watched The Red Cap on TBS last night. It was some cheesy holiday special directed by Chaz Palmieri and in the end I freakin’ bawled like there was no tomorrow, thinking, “Wow. Hormones are intense!”
Brett and I spent most of the weekend in our pajamas on a futon on the living room floor staring at the telly. We went out for breakfast twice. I made a cake. We bought groceries. My boobs actually made noise they were growing so fast.
Today I’m determined to accomplish some domestic goals, like (1) Do the dishes. (2) Do some laundry. (3) Find the living room floor. But I’ll probably just watch those baby delivery shows and feel weird about being pregnant at 36.
In case any of you were having a bad day, this will cheer you up:
There’s this stuff called Rainbow Light Prenatal Multi-powder. It’s “ginger ale” flavored. It’s got all the trad vitamins and minerals, and then a bunch of food-based good-for-you hippy whole food stuff that tastes like dirt, such as uber-healthy green superfood. You’re supposed to mix a teaspoon of it with water or juice and drink it, and it’s formulated especially for chicks who can’t take pills.
IT’S DISGUSTING. Be thankful you’re not drinking any right now, that’s all I’m saying.
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Since we’ve told Brett’s mom, I can now announce it on my blog:
We’re pregnant!
Not very pregnant, just a little shy of seven weeks. But enough pregnant that I’m suffering constant morning sickness, my boobs hurt like hell, and I’m constipated. (This is due to hormones; they slow down the action of the bowels. Insult to injury. Fantastic.)
I’m totally useless. Everything makes me want to hurl. The dog smells bad, food smells bad, everything smells bad. I can’t smoke or drink. I’m off caffeine. I’m off drive thru.
I’m supposed to be eating healthy foods, but all I want is starch: pasta, cream of potato soup, bread and butter, crackers. It’s a fight to eat veggies, and I’m usually all about veggies. (I’m craving a glass of white wine like you wouldn’t believe, but there isn’t any in the house and I don’t want it bad enough to go and drive 26 miles to get it. Europeans drink wine during pregnancy and they make all that yummy stinky cheese so it can’t be all bad.)
I wasn’t sick sick Tuesday, I was just too fucking queasy to be able to survive the commute without hurling.
I thought – we both thought – that I couldn’t have kids. We gave up a couple of years ago, shortly after my last miscarriage. When I peed on a stick two weeks ago, I did it because I was a couple days late and feeling really bloated, and because wasting twelve bucks always gets things flowing.
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You know what turns me into a big, fat baby? Tummy aches.
My tummy feels reeeally bad and even though I don’t think I’m actually going to puke, I still feel sorry for myself.
Yesterday I thought for sure I was gonna puke, and I spent a lot of time holding the couch down and barely managed to get my ass to town to do my normal Monday errands. (I would have blown it off totally except we were out of dog food and I would have felt too guilty. I’ll not feed myself, but I can’t not feed the dogs!)
Today it’s better, but I still feel grody. Eech.
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Yesterday I had mild cramping and the lightest of spotting.
Ditto today.
I don’t think this little bundle of cells is any more viable than previous ones; I think it’s just a matter of time now.
So far I feel only just the slightest bit crazy, so the end isn’t right around the corner, I have to wait for it. I wish it would just fall out now and save me the week and a half of hormones and pain.
Sheesh. What did I do to deserve this?!
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In surfing random blogs these past few weeks, I’ve noticed that a lot of people use “walla” when they mean “voila.”
This bugs me.
It bugs me almost as much as the rampant abuse of contractions one sees out there. People misuse apostrophes constantly, I can’t stand it!
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Bucket just gave me a homemade chocolate-cherry taffy that he made himself and it was so good! Like a Tootsie Roll, only deliciouser!
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I still feel fine. No mood swings, no insanity. No bleeding. Some mild, mild cramping on and off, but I’ve been having that since I ovulated. Last time I was pregnant, I started spotting at five weeks/one day. Basically, if I’m still pregnant in eight days I will have passed the mark of the last pregnancy.
We’ll see.
Overall I feel remarkably stable, emotionally. Last time I was fucking nuts because my hormones were so utterly out of whack. God I hope I don’t have to go through that again; I remember not being able to go buy myself some soup one day because I was so crazy insane. (I hate being insane.)
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