9:15 p.m. - 03 November 2003
State of things
So I'm now six weeks pregnant. I've read two books and a whole bunch of things on the web. Most of them say that the nausea should be kicking in right bout...now.
They're right.
This week is National Radiologic Technology Week, so our department is celebrating in a variety of ways, most of which include food. Today was a potluck for lunch -- I made AB's macaroni and cheese, with my own alterations. I always add more noodles than he calls for (12 oz. rather than 8 oz.), use less breadcrumbs, and today I added a bunch of cubed ham, too. It was a hit -- there wasn't much left of a two-quart casserole dish.
Anyway, I fixed myself a plate of all the goodies -- the department bought fried chicken and biscuits to go with all the side dishes -- and had no trouble. It was all great. So I went back and got very small servings of just a couple of the desserts, since I'm trying to eat healthily for Baby. I got back to my desk, sat down, and Baby pretty much said, "You know, Mom, I don't think you really need that." I've felt vaguely unsettled the rest of the day.
I was in a meeting last week, sitting quietly, when I suddenly felt like I was going to puke, too. Apparently Baby doesn't like to give any warning -- I feel fine, and then I feel horrible. Yuck. Luckily (knock on wood), there hasn't been any actual puking yet. I'm hoping to keep it that way.
Since in the grand scheme of things, I'm really not that far along, I don't really have a whole lot of other symptoms. I'm tired all the time, and I've been taking short naps when I get home from work. I can't stay up as late I used to, either -- I shut down right about 10 p.m., when I was regularly awake until almost midnight just a few weeks ago. I was a little dizzy when I woke up last Friday, but that went away fairly quickly.
Actually, the biggest change is in my body shape. In particular, the chestal region. Holy cow, there's a lot of cleavage all of a sudden. Not to mention the fact that they hurt. I've given up on wearing anything but sports bras lately, since they're the only thing comfortable enough to wear all day, and I don't exactly have a whole lot of choice in that matter. Well, at work anyway. I'm even having to wear them to bed, though, and I haven't worn a brassiere to bed in at least ten years.
The other big thing is urinary frequency, although that is almost certainly directly related to the amount of water I've been drinking. I have a variety of water bottles, most of which hold at least 32 ounces, and I've been drinking at least two bottles of water every day. I probably ought to figure out how much each one holds, since I don't really want to be drinking too much water, either. Besides, maybe then I can cut bathroom visits to every two hours instead of every hour, on the hour. Thank goodness it's right next door to my office at work.
There are some things that I miss already, too. Diet Vanilla Coke, mostly. I've pretty much given up caffeine and aspartame, so soda is right out. We just bought two cases of them, though, and I don't think one every couple of days will do that much damage. We went to the Japanese restaurant Friday night, and suddenly I couldn't stop staring longingly at some of the sushi rolls, even though I hardly ever get sushi with raw fish (I prefer the cooked types). But most of all, I miss the good drugs. I've had a low-level headache for about a week now, and we don't have any Tylenol in the house -- Lee prefers aspirin, and I'm partial to ibuprofen, both of which are no-nos in pregnancy. An intelligent person would have bought some when she went grocery shopping yesterday, but I never claimed to be that.
I had a brief moment of panic when I remembered Jessie's entry about having a hard time finding maternity clothes, especially since I'm starting out in a bigger size than she did. But I did some online investigation, and it looks like I shouldn't have any trouble. I won't necessarily be in the cutest clothes, but that's never bothered me.
So that's the current state of things around here. Life is actually kind of boring, except for the whole growing a baby thing. I kind of like it that way, too.
