Friday, March 19, 2010
Last night was a trip! Judge Judy was my doctor and was giving me advice about this horrendous headache I've had most of the week. She was saying that I need to take it easy, relax and not have any stress. The words that I remember most were, "If going home hurts your feelings, don't." HA! What does that mean?? Anyway...
Then D, Leah, Jennie and I were making bacon and egg biscuit sandwiches for breakfast (Yum!) and I had cooked the perfect egg but had to step away for a minute before I could assemble my biscuit and when I came back, the egg was butchered! It was sliced pretty much in half and the yolk was running all over the place. Poor thing. I was a bit irritated by that, but what got me even more was what I saw Jennie doing next... she was cutting ALL of the perfectly cooked eggs into fourths! How do you put that on a biscuit? It's just not right.
And then I woke up, I guess, because that's all there is to it.
On another note... I still say I haven't had any "cravings," but D would most likely disagree, due to the fact that we've gone through almost two jars of Claussen pickle spears in the last week. Seriously though, I love 'em and always have! We hadn't gotten any in a pretty long time and then out of nowhere, something reminded me of them and I had to pick some up the next time I went to the store. So I did. And the rest is history, just like the first jar.
Still not really showing, but I sure can tell that my belly's changing a bit. Hopefully it'll look obviously pregnant fairly soon, or I might flip out. I'm in the fat stage right now and not really diggin' it.
That's all I've got for now. D and I are taking a nice little trip next week, so hopefully I'll have some good stories from that. Cross your fingers!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Speaking of shopping, I haven't had to even think about maternity clothes yet. I'm cool with that, although pretty soon I'm sure I'll be at a point where I just look kinda fat and will want to put on a maternity shirt just so people know for sure. Before that happens, though, my lovely husband and I are going on a nice little getaway. It's a combination birthday/babymoon/wedding anniversary gift, but whatever you want to call it, I call it awesome and I am totally looking forward to it! It's actually gotten me motivated to work out every day to get a little more toned before I have to hang out in summer time clothes and a bathing suit for four days. Hopefully I'll keep the working out trend alive even after we get back, because I would sure love to be one of the few women who somehow avoid getting all out of whack and swollen beyond recognition during pregnancy. Now that I said that, though, I'm probably screwed.
Well, I know this post is pretty lame, but I'm just really boring these days! Hopefully I can kick up the excitement factor a notch or two in the coming weeks. Don't give up on me just yet. I promise I'm gonna try!
For now, though, this is all you get.
Monday, February 22, 2010
So anyway, I am now in my 13th week of pregnancy and happy as a clam to be finally about to move out of the dreaded first trimester and into the more exciting (and comfortable, from what I've heard) second. I can't really complain too much about the last few weeks, though. I've been pretty lucky with minimal "morning sickness," and fortunately haven't had to steer completely clear of restaurants, grocery stores or my own kitchen. I've had some food aversions, but I look at them as more of a blessing than anything since they make choosing what to eat a lot easier for me. It doesn't take nearly as long to make up my mind when I have fewer options to choose from.
One thing that I have been hit pretty hard with is the crazy mood swings. Things that typically irritate me a little bit are cause for some serious flipping out these days, and it's really, honestly and truly out of my control. I feel like Sybil, although instead of having 13 different personalities, I just have two: Normal, Fairly Level-Headed Teri, or Endless PMS from Hell Teri. There are days when I don't think Normal Me even gets out of bed. I was feeling sorry for Leah and Jennie, because I really have had some major hot and cold moments with them, but then realized they're used to that for having to deal with it every other week anyway, so it's not so bad, right? At least with me it's only temporary and my psychotic tendencies will (should) end soon.
I would say I feel sorry for D having to deal with the craziness, too, but he ignores me anyway, so I don't think he even notices.
Being a bit on the unstable side probably wouldn't be so bad if I didn't feel like someone was sticking a spear through my head every day. And it's not like it's just one spear either. No. It's like a different one every day, in a different location. Today it's in the upper lefthand region of my head. Tomorrow it might be right between my eyes, or maybe it'll be behind my ear or at the base of my skull. There's no way to know until it happens. Surprises sure are fun!
I'm still having the crazy/awesome dreams every night, and they're even getting a little easier to almost remember! At some point I really am going to take a notepad and pen to bed with me so I can write it all down when I wake up thinking how I just can't wait to tell everyone what my brain did this time! It's so much fun and really bums me out when I think about all the good stories I've already wasted. One of these days...
Oh! Happy baby talk! I bought my very first baby outfit online last week. A coupon from Gymboree came in the mail and of course I had to use it. D asked when it expires, like we should wait to use it until the very last minute. Screw that! We had until the end of March, but it was already burning a hole in my figurative pocket! I had to do something with it, stat! So I did. I bought a really cute little monkey outfit (not a costume) and just can't wait until it gets here!
I also bought my very first piece of maternity clothing. I just happened to be wandering aimlessly around the 'net yesterday and came across the cutest maternity top I have ever seen. And it was on sale! 50% off! Who can say no to that, right? So I ordered it. I wasn't going to, but I was in a bit of a mood and needed something to cheer me up. It worked, but not as well as my Blades of Glory video does! I was having another moment yesterday when I needed something to make me laugh and I just turned that on and it was like magic! Skate dude really made my day. If he only knew... (I'd load it here but it was taking too long.)
But anyway, back to the matter at hand. I'm pregnant. And I imagine I'm dealing with what all pregnant women deal with, even though I feel like there's no freakin' way anyone else could ever be as out of her mind and ridiculously bitchy as I've found myself to be lately. But I've been told it's normal, and it shall pass. For everyone's sake, including my own, but mostly everyone else's, I sure hope that's true!
Monday, February 15, 2010
But here's something that I do think is strange... I had a dream last night that I accidentally flushed some dude from high school's drugs down the toilet. Isn't that odd? I should be dreaming about breastfeeding and baby bonnets, but instead my brain is conjuring up images of me wasting someone's stash. And I felt bad about it! That part wouldn't be so weird if I liked the guy at all, but he was a complete tool, like so many others were back then. I don't get it. I really need to start writing these things down when they wake me up at night, partially so I can tell better stories, but also because I'm thinking maybe the rest of the dream would explain to me what was really going on in there.
On another note... I have the day off work today and had fully intended to spend it just relaxing and doing whatever strikes my fancy and not worrying about a thing. But instead, I find myself sitting here thinking about all my laundry that eventually needs to be put away, the laundry that still needs to be done and folded so we all have clothes to wear this week and how I really must go to the grocery store today and wondering how in the hell it's already almost 2pm. The day is almost over and I've only gotten about a one hour nap and absolutely nothing else done! Well, nothing other than devouring a few popcicles and PB toast, but that doesn't count. And now I'm kinda stressing about it all because I really hate folding laundry and even though most of it's clean, the sucky part (folding) is still there waiting to be done, AND it's really cold outside and I don't even want to think about going to the store even though we won't have dinner tonight or the rest of the week unless I do.
And to top it all off... there's nothing good on TV. The winter olympics are apparently more important than Ellen (seriously?), Wendy Williams makes me angry, Days of Our Lives kinda freaks me out and Hoarders is just creepy! Perhaps I'll take another nap. The rest can wait a bit.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Of course there have been some changes… My pants are getting a bit tighter in the waist, even though the scale hasn’t moved much. If anything, it’s gone down just a little. Gotta lose those last few stubborn pounds before it’s really time to start piling ‘em on! I think it just looks like maybe I had a couple extra biscuits for breakfast or something. As far as anyone who’s not “in the know” knows, it’s nothing a few crunches couldn’t fix.
And then there’s my mood. My, how that has been a roller coaster ride from hell lately! I think I’m on the upside of the never-ending hormonal swing for now, though, so I guess that’s a plus. You’d have to ask everyone around me to know for sure, though. I could just be delusional. That would be a real shocker, I’m sure.
Another change has been how wiped out I am, ALL the time. It’s like I wake up and am ready to go right back to bed and stay there. But since I can’t do that, I do try to get a nap in whenever possible… at lunch, after work, before dinner, after dinner, before bedtime. You get the picture. And with all the sleeping I’ve been doing, dreams are still happening, of course, but I don’t remember them as well as I usually do when I’m not prego. It’s a bummer, because I really do enjoy what my brain does while I’m asleep, but I don’t think there’s much I can do about it. I do, however, know that I had the baby the other night and it was a girl. But then later in the same dream it was a boy. Not sure what that means, but it seemed totally normal at the time. And then the dream I had last night is on the tip of my brain right now, but I can’t quite bring it back. I think it was a pretty good one, too. Oh well. Maybe next time. I’ll keep you posted.
Ok, so I know this is my first real post and "Day 73" in the title might be a bit misleading, but here's the deal... Day 73 is referring to my pregnancy. In some weird way, the medical profession claims that I'm that many days into my pregnancy. In reality, however, I'm about 14 days less pregnant than that. But we'll stick with what the docs say. They're the experts. Anyway...
This blog was originally going to be about the many very strange dreams that I've been having since getting knocked up. But then I realized that I rarely remember them long enough to actually write anything in-depth once I get the chance. It would be something like, "So I had this really weird dream last night. I was in a jeep driving down a gravel road near my evil grandmother's house, when suddenly the road was flooded and I couldn't turn around and the jeep started to float away and I had to climb out the top and luckily the top was off or there was no way I'd ever be able to escape. But the dream ended before I got out, or at least that's the last thing I remember, so I'm not real sure what happened."
I don't know about you, but reading something like that after expecting some really awesome story about the inner workings of some crazy pregnant chick's mind would piss me off. So I decided to make a deal with myself and sometimes include snippets about my journeys through Dreamland, but to also ramble on about the many other ways in which this whole pregnancy thing has made me a wee bit loonier than usual. It'll be great fun, reflecting on the times that I've almost lost my cool and flipped out on some random innocent bystander, or when I've been on my way to someplace I've visited on quite a few occasions, forgot how to get there halfway through the trip and then decided it wasn't worth the time or effort and turned around to try to find my way back home. Or perhaps I'll write about such simple things as how I've forgotten someone's name even though I see them on a daily basis, or how I sometimes can't think of certain ordinary words such as "have" or "potato."
There's really no telling where this blogging thing is going to take us on my way to becoming a real life mommy, so stay tuned. It's gonna be some ride!