Attack of the killer munchies

Wednesday, October 21, 2009
7 WEEKS, 3 DAYS PREGNANT

A quick trip to the bank just turned into me popping into the grotty convenience store across the street from the office, where I bought:
  • A can of Five Alive (really wanted Diet Coke, and couldn’t stomach another 7Up)
  • A bag of sour cream and onion chips (because I wanted them yesterday, but the pizza place was sold out)
  • A bag of Swedish Berries (to be eaten this evening on errands with Darling Husband)
  • An extra-large container of orange TicTacs (I had exclaimed over the size to the cashier … and then felt I had to follow through and purchase it)
Do pregnant women ever crave salad???

Dark tales from my closet

Wednesday, October 21, 2009
7 WEEKS, 3 DAYS PREGNANT

Today my dress would not zip up. WOULD NOT ZIP UP!
It was one of my favourite ones — a black-and-white empire waist with a pretty sash (not exactly as pictured).
Darling Husband struggled with the zipper for a good five minutes, but could not get it to zip over my new basoomas.
“But I love this dress!” I cried to him as I shoved it back in the closet. “I really thought I’d be able to wear it for a while! It has an empire waist!”

“But your boobs are bigger,” Darling Husband replied as he got dressed. I just snorted and stared into my closet. All his clothes still fit him!

In the end, he rushed me out the door, and I wound up being dressed like a total hobo:
  • Black leggings (because tights hurt my tummy now)
  • Stretchy black tank top (because stretchy is the law)
  • Loose black cotton skirt (because my tighter skirts cut into me now)
  • Fuchsia wrap top (fits boob/tummy areas)
  • Black flats (ahh, comfort)
  • Loose black cardigan (to complete the flappy, oversized hobo look)
Whose clothes stop fitting in their eighth week???

With the works!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009
7 WEEKS, 2 DAYS PREGNANT

I had to make a bunch of stops on the way to work today, so I couldn’t bring lunch from home — I have major food paranoia, especially when it comes to not refrigerating things. But that’s a blog for another day.
My usual buy-my-lunch routine is either a chicken-veggie wrap or a cheeseburger and fries — quite a difference, huh? — but today, I was shocked to find I wanted works pizza.

Pizza with the works.
Oh, BTW, I have never eaten it in my life. I didn’t even really know what was on it, except for the fact that the name implied it had everything. But I hustled myself to the nearest pizza place, and plunked down my money for a slice.
And it was so so so so so good.
I’m still not sure what was on it — some kind of meats, green pepper, cheese, and … nope, can’t remember. It was just so delicious. Darling Husband is the pizza lover in our family, so is it possible his DNA is soaking into my system already? Is the baby craving pizza because his/her daddy loves it?
Hmm, either way — hooray for encouraging me to expand my culinary horizons, Little Baby!

What’s happening in there? Week 8 update

Monday, October 19, 2009
7 WEEKS, 1 DAY PREGNANT

We are officially in Week 8, people! That means by the end of this week, I will be two months pregnant — and one month away from spreading the news publicly.

What’s up with Baby during Week 8?
  • She/he measures 8 – 11 mm in length
  • Little Baby has a face! His/her lips, tongue nostrils and buds for baby teeth are becoming more obvious.
  • Fingers and toes are starting to show, but are still webbed
  • An ultrasound this week would show the baby’s “fluttering heart and reflex movements”
What’s up with Mama during Week 8?
  • Your uterus is now the size of an orange, and your waistline “may be expanding” (Yup)
  • Your breasts are tender and swollen (Double yup)
  • You are probably experiencing morning sickness (Triple yup)
  • It’s normal to have pimples and other skin problems (Nope, not yet)
* P.S. This whole “you are seven-weeks-pregnant but in your eighth-week” thing is confusing, isn’t it?

Weekly re-cap

(Oct. 12 to Oct. 18)

Symptoms: Nauseous (but still not throwing up)

Body changes: Very bloated. Boobs larger and still sore.

Cravings: SMOOTHIES. I existed on them this week!

Loved chowing down on: Smoothies, Rice Krispie treats (or “breakfast bars,” as Mom calls them to make them an acceptable breakfast food)

Could not stomach: Chicken. Macaroni. Vegetables. Anything except smoothies, pretty much.

High point: My wonderful, sweet Darling Husband taking over the cleaning and cooking duties — while I sat on the couch, looking pea-green.

Low point: Trying to make it through the days at work, cramming crackers into my mouth whenever I’m alone in my office.

Paranoid moment of the week: It’s been my least paranoid week so far (woot!), but I did express concern when Lovely Mom served me a dunk-dunk egg over Thanksgiving weekend. What is a dunk-dunk egg? I’m not sure of the technical term — egg with runny yolk, named for its ability to be dipped into by toast fingers. Anyway, I was not sure if that counted as “safe” since I know they stressed well-cooked eggs. Still not sure, actually. Chose not to eat it.

Weird moment of the week: Realizing my jeans still do fit — and I’m still too small for the new stretchy band to have any affect — but they are just uncomfortable. So I don’t wear them. I miss my jeans, but really can’t argue with yoga pants. They are made for pregnant women! … or, you know, yoga people.