I liked that belt until today.

I hit the last hole on my 32" belt today. Sigh.

Welcome to motherhood

There is nothing like a day off work where you get down and start feeling domestic. I must admit like many people I dislike doing housework, but today my inner June Cleaver was smiling so I rolled up my sleeves to get at least some vacuuming done. So I picked up our bedroom and office then moved to the boy's room. I opened the door and had to think for a second why someone pulled all the sheets off the bed. Then it clicked, BD's sister had spent the night with her 4 year old who wet the bed. I, feeling even more I-am-domestic-goddess, boldly gathered up the bedding, did a customary "sniff" of the comforter to make sure it was safe and tossed them into the wash. Then I went back and proceeded to practice my urine-cleanup skills, because I'm pretty sure I'm going to need them in the near future. I also managed to make the top bunk bed, which seriously made me think that bunk beds were the worst invention made by man. I can just see myself trying to do this 8 months pregnant... or maybe it'll be BD turn for a few months. Feeling the room was looking much tidier, I went to the closet to grab some old bags that were trash. Suddenly I got that "well this is what if feels like to be a mom" feeling again as I was greeted by a scene that looked like Hal's Auto Junkyard piled onto the closet floor. There were at least a few dozen Disney's Cars and Hotwheels vehicles, as well as some erector-set pieces heaped up on the floor. I said a silent prayer for the toy graveyard and slowly closed the closet doors - next week storage systems!

A little back story here, about two weeks ago we officially turned my guest room into a room for my boyfriend's two sons who stay with us on weekends. We had talked about it for awhile, especially when he moved in after the "Surprise! I'm Pregnant!" news. It's actually prefect for them, luckily I recently painted it a tan color and installed medium brown carpet (I keep thinking I ought to get a throw rug though...), plus it has a high ceiling for their bunk beds.

Coffee?

The Dr appointment went well, I got to hear the baby's little heartbeat and was told all my blood work looked good. Next time will be the first ultrasound, unless I decide to cheat and use the one at the veterinary hospital before hand.

Waiting rooms are weird to me, not that I'm creeped out by sick people of anything but everyone is so unfriendly. Typically you'd think there would be more happy smiling people with baby bumps in the OB lobby but most folks bury their nose in a "parenting" magazine. Yesterday when I pulled put my current knitting project a very pregnant woman adjacent to me asked if knitting was fun, so I said I really enjoyed it and the conversation went from there. She had stuffed her 9 month along body (we established she was due next week early on) into large sized non-maternity clothes and obviously wasn't from the well-off side of town but was friendly enough. I learned that she was having a boy, this was her second and she stood up to demonstrate how high she was carrying. I almost had to comment that her belly could double as a push up bra, but decided to be more tactful. Still I think I will resolve go start more conversations with random people in the OB waiting room..

And completely unrelated, I have started to drink a very small cup of black coffee in the mornings, I find that my stomach feels leaps and bounds better and it helps move other things along in my digestive system. I don't know why this is, but I'm not complaining as long as it's working!

Dr. Visit No. 2

This afternoon is my 12 week (I'm actually 11 weeks but my doc is out of town next week) OB appointment, and I should be more excited than I feel. I had a rough night and didn't sleep well, plus I think I'm having a downward mood swing into the weepy-woman zone. Of course the doc wants first morning urine and I don't go in until 2 so I had the pleasure of waking up and trying to aim my very full stream of pee into a tiny cup so I can carry it around all day. These travel sized containers are about a fourth the size of your normal Dr's pee cups with a mouth the size of a soda bottle. I just can't wait until I'm too big to see where I'm aiming!

So of course I'm feeling sulky this morning heading to work carrying leftover chicken quesadilla (lunch) in one hand and a baggie carrying my urine in the other. Isn't pregnancy A wonderful experience? Now, do I unlock my car with my hand holding my pee or the one with my coffee and quesadilla?

Beach whale

I would like someone to pack up a few hours of uninterrupted sleep for me and send them express mail. That means no getting up to pee, waking up with a stomach ache or being woken up early morn by a frisky BD. Sadly the 6 am pre-pregnancy romp is a thing of the past, but try explaining to him that the only thing I want to do that early is go back to sleep or empty my bladder.

Speaking of midnight runs to the bathroom, I've also noticed my chihuahua has decided that my side of the bed is no longer ideal for sleeping, I suppose this might have to do with me rolling over her multiple times a night to get up. When she does sleep next to me, she has now decided that the passive approach is best, so I find myself rolling over an 8 pound rock that won't move to let me through. Ghandi would be proud.

On a different pregnancy note, bloating stinks. I woke up feeling as if I needed a group of hippies to help roll me out of bed (and over the 8 pound rock..). I looked in the mirror and behold, giant pregnant belly but I shouldn't be showing yet! Yup folks, I'm the proud future parent of a giant gas baby. Quick, someone pull my finger! I did a little research on how to help combat bloating, and aside from giving up bean burritos (but I really crave those! So long taco bell.) there isn't much else I can do that I'm not already doing. I did read that sometimes coffee or tea helps so even though I've cut down on caffeine I went ahead and got a small black cup of Joe and guess what? My tummy feels better! I'm still a bit bloated but the coffee really helped and I feel like I can handle the rest of the day.

I think I'm going to puke.

Even after eating Boo Berry cereal for dinner, who would have thought that? In fact right now nothing ever sounds appealing, and I feel full all the time even right up to the point when I turn into starving-preggo-going-to-eat-the-whole-house-monster. Other women neglect to warn you about extreme bouts of hunger you will feel when you are pregnant, such as you've never felt before. Suddenly your gut can do amazing feats likes gulp down a jumbo burger, large fries and a coke in a matter of minutes (I impressed baby-daddy with that one a few weeks ago). Of course if you're unlucky your gut might decide it didn't want your meal to occupy it's space and make you deposit it in the nearest porcelain receptacle, leaving you to wonder if you ought to opt for the Count Chocula next time.