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I guess it's time to start a pregnancy journal. I've been keeping a general journal about my process of making the decision to have a second child...hence, the name of this journal. I'll be keeping a blog about the pregnancy, but since that's mostly for friends and family to keep in touch with our progress it'll be fairly sugar-coated I'm sure. This journal is for the REAL story.
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Five weeks today. My baby is the size of a sesame seed. I got tickled when I saw this comparison because my daughter just about lost her mind at lunch on Saturday when she saw there were {GASP!} sesame seeds on the hamburger bun in her Happy Meal.
I've already gained 2.5 lbs, according to my scale. Technically, this is already HALF the weight I should gain in the first trimester. I've been trying to watch what I eat, but I swear sometimes I feel like a stoner with the munchies! I've been eating really good food though, I will give myself that much credit. Lots of fruit and veggies and whole grains. The worst thing I've eaten is McDonald's for lunch last Saturday. Oh, and the brownies I made, but I've only eaten one a day, and they were from scratch so at least I know there's no preservatives in them! (Yeah, listen to me justify the brownies.) I've also kept up on working out 2 or 3 times a week.
Other than the weight gain guilt, my only other symptoms are sore bbs, constipation, and some pretty explosive gas that would make any 5th grade boy proud. I am so glad that farts are funny at my house.
Is it just the hormones, lack of meds, or is my husband being the biggest jerk he can possibly be??? Pardon me if I'm not being sensitive enough to HIS needs at the moment. Am I being a bit self-centered? You bet your a$$ I am. I've got more than enough on my mind (and in my uterus!) than to have to worry about his "feelings". How about cutting me a little slack here? I'm tired, I'm bloated, I'm off my meds, and I'd really like a friggin' beer. SO. BACK. OFF....SLOWLY.
Tomorrow I will be six weeks. Not alot going on, just plodding along. Still haven't told my daughter or inlaws, although I reallyreallyreally want to tell my daughter. I want this to be her experience too. I think as soon as her "I'm the Big Sister" t-shirt arrives in the mail, I will tell her. Or rather, give the shirt to her and let her figure it out.
I bought my first maternity clothes! Okay, before you think I'm a geek, I have a good reason. Right now there's alot of summer stuff on clearance, and I thought it made good sense to buy it now rather than pay twice as much this summer. I bought some shorts from Old Navy.com and a dress off Ebay. I've also ordered some t-shirts and capri pants from Target.com.
We now have couch-potato paradise at my house...DVR! I scheduled all my favorite shows that I never get to see because I'm a working stiff, and I plan to do nothing but watch tv when I get home tonight. SIGH. Just what I needed with my ever-expanding butt and waist...another excuse to sit on the couch.
Speaking of, I've gained about 4lbs. I'm so scrared that I'm going to blow up like I did last time. I've been trying soooo hard to not eat too much, but it's like a demon possesses my body! I made oatmeal M&M cookies last Friday night, and between the three of us (okay 3.5 if you count the bean) 3 dozen cookies were gone by last night. And I'm sure my daughter had no more than 6 or 7 of them. Oh but they were soooo goood.....
I do need to give myself a little credit. I have still been eating lots of fruit, veggies and whole grains (oatmeal cookies count, right???), and drinking light soy milk. I've still been working out, which is good because I'd probably be up way more than 3 lbs without it. And I take my vitamin and calcium pills religiously every day. So there. I'm actually eating much better and taking better care of myself than last time around. When I was pregnant with my daughter, I was an assistant manager at a restaurant, so needless to say i ate all day long, and not very healthy.
Six weeks today. My little bean is the size of a grain of rice. Mmmm.....rice.....with soy sauce....
My metabolism has come to a screeeeeching stop. I feel like a slug. A fat slug. A fat slimy slug. I did nothing but lay on the couch yesterday. I took three naps. THREE NAPS! No laundry, no cleaning, no nothing...just naps. Oh, and eat. I got up to eat. I don't feel bad, just tired. I've gained six pounds. YIKES! Please oh please tell me its just the bloating.
We told dd on Saturday morning. She was thrilled! Like, screaming and jumping up and down thrilled! We also told my inlaws. My sil's were excited, but my mil & fil seemed less than thrilled.
Our first ultrasound is this Thursday. I hope the heartbeat is strong enough to hear.
The ultrasound went fine yesterday. I measure exactly what I had figured, which is 7 wks 2 days as of today.
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I've got to get this weight gain under control. I have to stop eating crap, and stop eating so much. My self-control has just flown out the window. We stopped on the way home yesterday and stocked up on fruits, yogurt and other healthy snacks. No. More. Junk. Okay, maybe on the weekend.
Oh, and yesterday was the first day in two weeks that I didn't take a nap when I got home. Yay me!
8 weeks.
The topic d'jour at our house is baby boy names. We cannot seem to come up with one single boy name that all three of us like. My fave is Corey. He likes Malcolm. DD's favorite name changes hourly. Girls' names seem so much easier to choose! We had a girl's name picked before I even got a bfp. But there's so much to consider when picking out a boy's name, like how will it fit him as a man? Is it too weird, too girly, to hard to pronounce? Will it get him beat up on the playground? Will every other boy in his class have the same name?
At this point I'm hoping for a girl just to avoid the boy name dilemma, LOL! Somehow, though, I get the feeling that I'm having a boy. I remember "just knowing" that dd was a girl, even though we didn't find out for sure until she was born.
32 weeks to go!
8 wks 2 days
I've been really lucky that I've had no morning sickness (yet??). I didn't get sick with my daughter, either. My only symptoms lately have been the sore boobs, constipation, and the fatigue. You know how you feel right before you come down with a bad cold? That yucky, tired, run-down feeling? That's what I feel like most of the time. I'm tired of being tired. I want my mojo back. I want to want to have sex again! (My dh would agree.) Only a few more weeks until the second trimester, when supposedly the fog will lift.