My Husband (REALLY) Rocks
Dear Darling Husband,
You have never been more worthy of a “My Husband Rocks” post, as you have this week.
- You have cooked
- You have cleaned up the condo
- You have done the dishes
- You have loaded the dishwasher
- You have walked Little Dog
- You have made the bed
- You have made my lunches — including how you lovingly sliced my green apple every morning, carefully placed the slices into a baggie, and then proceeded to liberally soak them with lemon juice — ladies, it helps with morning sickness. TRY IT.
I have felt guilty a lot this week, as I lay in a bundled heap on the couch, watching you flit around and tackle all of the work I used to do we used to share.
Guilty that I have been too exhausted/nauseated to do anything productive. But you are always quick to remind me that I’m doing some hard work of my own. And for that, you are completely and absolutely wonderful.
THANK YOU.
Love, your wife
xoxo
xoxo
A day in the life
Thursday, October 29, 2009
8 weeks, 4 days pregnant
My new life:
- 7 a.m. Wake up.
- 7:01 a.m. Roll over and feel supremely dizzy
- 7:02 a.m. Eat crackers or bread and drink juice, while getting ready for work
- 7:30 a.m. Walk to bus stop
- 9 a.m. Arrive at the office
- 9:01 a.m. Eat orange TicTacs, work up energy to begin working
- 10 a.m. Officially get into the swing of things
- 11 a.m. Starving but still nauseous. Eat apple slices soaked in lemon juice.
- 12 p.m. Eat lunch and prenatal vitamin
- 2 p.m. Exhaustion hits
- 3 p.m. Hungry again. Eat cheese and Triscuits and/or baby carrots.
- 4 p.m. Begin counting down until the end of the day.
- 5:01 p.m. Close laptop. Bolt for the door.
- 6 p.m. Walk through the front door of the condo.
- 6:01 p.m. Shed work clothes. Put on yoga pants and a sweatshirt.
- 6:02 p.m. Curl up on the couch with a pillow and quilt
- 6:05 p.m. Kiss Little Dog when she comes in from her walk with Darling Husband
- 6:45 p.m. Eat the dinner Darling Husband has made
- 7 p.m. Wonder if it’s too early to go to bed
- 8 p.m. Crawl into bed to read
- 8:30 p.m. Go to sleep
Food and sleep. Glamorous, isn’t it?
Hungry hungry preggos
Thursday, October 28, 2009
8 weeks, 4 days pregnant
Up until this week, I prided myself on not being a preggo chowhound.
Up until this week, I was actually eating less than usual.
You know, because I felt sick at the thought of … almost anything.
However …
That changed this week, in good ol’ Week 9. I’m still super nauseous, but I’m also … hungrier. Like I get so hungry that it’s ALL. I. CAN. THINK. ABOUT.
In fact, when I was searching Google Images for a photo of the Hungry Hungry Hippos game, those white marbles reminded me of those little white gumballs that are exactly the same size. And I have spent the last five minutes thinking about how good those gumballs are. Mmm.
The trouble is that my lunch-packing skills have not caught up to my new appetite. For example …
MONDAY: Ate my lunch and all healthy snacks by 2 p.m. Begged Darling Husband to bring sour cream and onion chips when he picked me up at 5 p.m. He did.
TUESDAY: Ate my lunch and all healthy snacks by 4 p.m. Was starving. Darling Husband — remembering Monday — brought a bag of chips when he picked me up at 5 p.m. Good man.
WEDNESDAY: Ate my lunch and all healthy snacks by 2:30 p.m. Was almost in tears by 3:30 p.m. when Darling Husband picked me up for my doctor’s appointment. Ended up getting a cheeseburger Happy Meal (with milk, ahem!) on the way there.
The problem is clear: I eat crap when I find myself stuck somewhere, starving.
The solution? Pack more healthy snacks (vegetables, fruit, nuts) to ward off these snack-attacks.
Let’s hope it works — otherwise these coming months could be extremely porky!
Eight-week appointment
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
8 weeks, 3 days pregnant
I had my second doctor’s appointment this afternoon, and everything went great. It’s almost hard to believe I’ve known I was pregnant for more than four weeks now — in a lot of ways, it’s gone by fast!
Boring details first: my blood pressure was 120/70, and my bloodwork results were perfect. I found out I have A-positive blood, which I never knew — I plan to remember it by thinking of “A+” the grade.
Unfortunately, my doctor never did the heartbeat check — which we had really been looking forward to. He said eight weeks was still early to do it, and he thought I would “be upset” if he couldn’t find it.
Uh, yeah. I had to admit I would have melted down.
I won’t get an ultrasound until January — which seems like a million years away, but hopefully it goes fast.
But the best news is that my first appointment with my OBGYN is scheduled for three weeks from today — Wed., November 18.
I’m excited to get to meet her, and VERY excited to get to hear the baby’s heartbeat. I’ll be 11 weeks and 3 days pregnant by that point, so hopefully she’ll let us take a listen.
Home sweet lunch
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
8 WEEKS, 3 DAYS PREGNANT
Item #8903 that I am looking forward to about maternity leave: eating lunch at home!
It seems like it’s been decades — and really, it has, because on weekends I only eat brunch. I only got to eat lunch at home for one year of school — Grade 2 — and I still have super-fond memories of eating while watching The Price is Right and Full House.
Lately I have been craving the lunches that I can’t make at work, like:
- Grilled cheese sandwiches
- Chunky soup with buttered crackers
- Alphaghetti with bread and butter
- Kraft Dinner and hot dogs
- Mini Ravioli
Oh, and add “a tall glass of chocolate milk” to all of the above. And Oreos for dessert.
I have been craving Oreos this week, and haven’t managed to get any yet.
NEED OREOS!
NEED OREOS!
I suppose I could technically make any — well, most — of those items at work, but it wouldn’t be the same. Scarfing lunch at your desk while you work is not the same as eating lunch on your couch while watching TV.
Although …
… I suppose being on maternity leave means scarfing your lunch while trying to feed/change/amuse a baby.
Maybe I could have The Price is Right on in the background, while my Alphaghetti gets cold?
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