I read my "What to Expect when you're Expecting" book last night...
Apparently they calculate weeks pregnant by the date of your last menstrual cycle. Which means I'm 5 weeks pregnant. Weird. Conception isn't even till week three...so I'm pregnant before I've 'done the deed'.
My book also said that my boobs could grow THREE cup sizes (HOLY FREAKING COW!!!!!!!!), and they're definitely a-growin. I learned too that I could grow weird facial hair (gross), get really bad acne that won't go away (ugh), or have glowing miraculous pregnancy skin (please oh please oh please!!!). It said my clothes are going to start being really snug over the next few weeks, although I won't really be 'showing', it'll just be like I'm bloated. And they said the worst bought of nausea normally starts at week 6. I'm in training AT WORK next week, week 6, from 10-6 Mon - Wed. Boy oh boy!!!
I feel like I'm superwoman in the fact that I'm actually GROWING a baby inside of me, but maaaaan...where's my freakin super powers?! Hope my pregnancy is one of the glowing and all better ones!!!
Oh, my hair on my head will grow and get thicker...that's a plus!!! Although I think thick is a relative term for this thin hair of mine...
I'm a pale, brown headed, bloated and soon to be fat woman, with the possibility of chin hairs and pimples in my future. If anyone wants to feel like a super model, I'll let you take a picture next to me.
You're welcome.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
5 weeks
I'll explain the weekage thing in tonight's post...
For now, pictures...I wonder how long I can keep this a secret...
Aaaandd...I've got a beach volleyball date lined up for Saturday. Hopefully they believe that I'm bloated from it being 'that time of the month'!
For now, pictures...I wonder how long I can keep this a secret...
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| Ignore my sun spots please...argh. |
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| I'm trying to suck it in here. I don't think it's helping me any. |
Aaaandd...I've got a beach volleyball date lined up for Saturday. Hopefully they believe that I'm bloated from it being 'that time of the month'!
Monday, September 27, 2010
Ohhh Hormones...
I have my first baby appointment on October 7th. It's the 'OB Orientation' session, where I'm sure they'll fill me full of so much information that I won't be able to remember, and I'll be so excited and overwhelmed all at the same time. Chris is really hesitant to get too excited until after this appointment. So one week and three days, and we can get all giddy together! He's going with me...it's an hour and a half. I have a hard time remembering something I said / did / wrote / was doing 1 minute ago right now, so he's coming to be my memory bank. Well, and my support!
Oh, this past week has been nothing but hormones. I'm like a freaking roller coaster ride of emotions. Chris came home with "What to expect when you're expecting" and "What to eat when you're expecting" last week, which made me get teary eyed because it was so sweet and unexpected. I cry at anything and everything though right now.
I cried on my way home from Pottery Barn / Anthropolgie / Restoration Hardware because I didn't find anything that I liked...in any store. My tastes are all blah right now. I really don't care for anything at all. So not like me.
I cried later on in the day because I wasn't as productive as I wanted to be, and then I broke down crying again today because I couldn't figure out something with work. Wow, my reviews are going to be...interesting. Especially with no one at work knowing anything. Great!
I've always said when I get pregnant, I'm going to be a freaking house. I love to eat, and being pregnant is the perfect excuse to get fat. 'Cept now that I'm pregnant, I want nothing to eat. It took me an hour to eat a bowl of soup for lunch yesterday. I can't stand the smell of half of the food, and my belly just feels full at all times.
I know, I'll feel like a new person (or something) after the first trimester. I do laugh at myself though too, which brings me some relief. At least I still have my sense of humor. Although I look absolutely retarded laughing and crying at the same time while I'm driving home alone in my car.
Ooohhh....hormones. Please calm yourself down soon. I'd appreciate it!
Oh, this past week has been nothing but hormones. I'm like a freaking roller coaster ride of emotions. Chris came home with "What to expect when you're expecting" and "What to eat when you're expecting" last week, which made me get teary eyed because it was so sweet and unexpected. I cry at anything and everything though right now.
I cried on my way home from Pottery Barn / Anthropolgie / Restoration Hardware because I didn't find anything that I liked...in any store. My tastes are all blah right now. I really don't care for anything at all. So not like me.
I cried later on in the day because I wasn't as productive as I wanted to be, and then I broke down crying again today because I couldn't figure out something with work. Wow, my reviews are going to be...interesting. Especially with no one at work knowing anything. Great!
I've always said when I get pregnant, I'm going to be a freaking house. I love to eat, and being pregnant is the perfect excuse to get fat. 'Cept now that I'm pregnant, I want nothing to eat. It took me an hour to eat a bowl of soup for lunch yesterday. I can't stand the smell of half of the food, and my belly just feels full at all times.
I know, I'll feel like a new person (or something) after the first trimester. I do laugh at myself though too, which brings me some relief. At least I still have my sense of humor. Although I look absolutely retarded laughing and crying at the same time while I'm driving home alone in my car.
Ooohhh....hormones. Please calm yourself down soon. I'd appreciate it!
Friday, September 24, 2010
And so it begins...
I've always been a bit nervous about being fertile. I've watched how one of my sister's has struggled with this for numerous years, so the longer we kept pushing off kids, the more sub-consciously worried I was.
Our "baby plan" was to start trying after I get back from my half marathon next month. I've also got an upcoming ultra-sound on my breasts from a few lumps they noticed six months ago, so the plan was to wait until I got the 'all clear' from that exam to go forward with creating a little family.
My problem...our problem...with all of that is that we're constantly putting something else in front of starting a family. After this happens, after we save up this amount of money, after we get our house fixed up, etc, etc...
They say it can take up to a year to get pregnant. After I injured my leg serious enough that there's no way I can competitively run in my race, and after I read some more on what chemo does to your body, we threw caution into the wind and just decided to stop NOT trying to have kids. Let whatever happens, happen ... and we'll deal with life from there. We both want children...we're both ready for them. So we decided to put that #1 and let the rest work itself out.
But I certainly did not expect to miss my period the very first month. I was supposed to start on Monday. I'm actually usually pretty regular, so on Thursday, I went to the store to buy a pregnancy test. Which was an entire fiasco in and of itself...
I have no clue why as a married 28 year old woman, I felt silly buying a pregnancy test, but I did. I don't know if I'll ever 'out grow' some things. As I was standing in line, trying really hard to conceal this huge box that is very clearly a pregnancy test box, I started flipping through the Chap Stick boxes. I don't need any more Chap Stick, but I needed something to fidgit with. On sale, 2 for $3, yes I think I'll take two.
Whew, so it's FINALLY my turn in line, so I put my pregnancy test box with my two things of chap stick on the one side of the counter and quickly moved over to the other side so that I could swipe my card and get out of there asap.
Oh no...that's not how it was going to happen. Of course not...
The lady behind the register picks up the box, looks at it, looks at me, scans it, and sets it right on the counter top (um, HELLO...the plastic bag...put it in the bag PLEASE!!!), and then proceeds to tell me about how they've got M&M's for sale, picks up a few bags and asks me if I want them. Allright lady, I don't even KNOW if I'm pregnant...but still...don't discriminate...a pregnant woman and M&M's don't HAVE to go together. I said "no thanks, just these three items." She fidgets around with the chap stick for awhile before finally being able to ring them up, which of course I'm instantly regretting adding to my purchase.
After everything is rung up and I swipe my card, she hands me the receipt and my three items. No bag. The look on my face must've said it all because she then asked "OH, do you want a bag for those items!?" Umm...yes, I really don't want the entire Wal-Greens parking lot to know that I'm going home to pee on a stick.
I have no clue why I don't want them to know, but I don't. And I cried watching HGTV this week, so don't mess with my emotions Wal greens lady. Just put it in the bag.
When Chris got home from work, I peed on the stick. We both waited the two minutes and then went into the bathroom together. I can't even put into words my emotions and feelings. Excited, nervous, scared, thrilled, elated, overwhelmed, and pure happiness, all at once. I think Chris's emotions were excited and scared and cautious.
My Mom had a few miscarriages, so I know that I should be cautious being this excited just yet. I know it's a possibility, but I can't worry or tame my emotions with the 'what if's'. I can be excited and super happy now, and deal with that then if it ever happens. I do have a pretty strong conviction that everything happens for a reason, so hopefully that's not in my deck of cards. If it is, I'll deal with it then.
Chris and I discuss things a lot. My Dad has always been really forthcoming on my Mom's miscarriages (they've been divorced almost my entire life), and how he felt that drove a huge wedge between them because he couldn't relate to what she was feeling. Chris and I have discussed a lot of the "what if's", so I think he's holding back to try to be my rock if something bad happens.
This morning he came into the kitchen while I was making coffee and rubbed my belly and said some super sweet things. I'm really excited...we're really excited....
Our "baby plan" was to start trying after I get back from my half marathon next month. I've also got an upcoming ultra-sound on my breasts from a few lumps they noticed six months ago, so the plan was to wait until I got the 'all clear' from that exam to go forward with creating a little family.
My problem...our problem...with all of that is that we're constantly putting something else in front of starting a family. After this happens, after we save up this amount of money, after we get our house fixed up, etc, etc...
They say it can take up to a year to get pregnant. After I injured my leg serious enough that there's no way I can competitively run in my race, and after I read some more on what chemo does to your body, we threw caution into the wind and just decided to stop NOT trying to have kids. Let whatever happens, happen ... and we'll deal with life from there. We both want children...we're both ready for them. So we decided to put that #1 and let the rest work itself out.
But I certainly did not expect to miss my period the very first month. I was supposed to start on Monday. I'm actually usually pretty regular, so on Thursday, I went to the store to buy a pregnancy test. Which was an entire fiasco in and of itself...
I have no clue why as a married 28 year old woman, I felt silly buying a pregnancy test, but I did. I don't know if I'll ever 'out grow' some things. As I was standing in line, trying really hard to conceal this huge box that is very clearly a pregnancy test box, I started flipping through the Chap Stick boxes. I don't need any more Chap Stick, but I needed something to fidgit with. On sale, 2 for $3, yes I think I'll take two.
Whew, so it's FINALLY my turn in line, so I put my pregnancy test box with my two things of chap stick on the one side of the counter and quickly moved over to the other side so that I could swipe my card and get out of there asap.
Oh no...that's not how it was going to happen. Of course not...
The lady behind the register picks up the box, looks at it, looks at me, scans it, and sets it right on the counter top (um, HELLO...the plastic bag...put it in the bag PLEASE!!!), and then proceeds to tell me about how they've got M&M's for sale, picks up a few bags and asks me if I want them. Allright lady, I don't even KNOW if I'm pregnant...but still...don't discriminate...a pregnant woman and M&M's don't HAVE to go together. I said "no thanks, just these three items." She fidgets around with the chap stick for awhile before finally being able to ring them up, which of course I'm instantly regretting adding to my purchase.
After everything is rung up and I swipe my card, she hands me the receipt and my three items. No bag. The look on my face must've said it all because she then asked "OH, do you want a bag for those items!?" Umm...yes, I really don't want the entire Wal-Greens parking lot to know that I'm going home to pee on a stick.
I have no clue why I don't want them to know, but I don't. And I cried watching HGTV this week, so don't mess with my emotions Wal greens lady. Just put it in the bag.
When Chris got home from work, I peed on the stick. We both waited the two minutes and then went into the bathroom together. I can't even put into words my emotions and feelings. Excited, nervous, scared, thrilled, elated, overwhelmed, and pure happiness, all at once. I think Chris's emotions were excited and scared and cautious.
My Mom had a few miscarriages, so I know that I should be cautious being this excited just yet. I know it's a possibility, but I can't worry or tame my emotions with the 'what if's'. I can be excited and super happy now, and deal with that then if it ever happens. I do have a pretty strong conviction that everything happens for a reason, so hopefully that's not in my deck of cards. If it is, I'll deal with it then.
Chris and I discuss things a lot. My Dad has always been really forthcoming on my Mom's miscarriages (they've been divorced almost my entire life), and how he felt that drove a huge wedge between them because he couldn't relate to what she was feeling. Chris and I have discussed a lot of the "what if's", so I think he's holding back to try to be my rock if something bad happens.
This morning he came into the kitchen while I was making coffee and rubbed my belly and said some super sweet things. I'm really excited...we're really excited....
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