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.