The constant nausea is gone now, has been for about three weeks. (Yet the house looks just as bad as it did during those weeks I spent most of my time on the couch.)
Just exhaustion, lethargy, inability to style my hair beyond the ponytail. I don't remember being so useless at this point in previous pregnancies. Have I forgotten? Or am I getting old? Never had a baby in my 30's, after all. Or maybe it's Nate's fault. Never had to chase the likes of him around during a pregnancy.
I could be tired because I have vivid nightmares all night, every night. I'm trying Unisom with so-so success; I'm trying to read light, sweet, sentimental books, and I won't watch "Chuck" with Matt. I have to gear up for "Lost" and then fill my head with happy thoughts or sappy movies. I am nervous to sleep, even nap.
I always want to know, what can I eat next? What will satisfy me? It's not about craving, exactly; more like finding the absolutely perfect food for this moment. Sometimes it's been grapefruit or fresh mozzarella. Mostly it's been Wendy's Frostys. Or Ramen Noodles. Yikes--poor baby. When all else fails, I'm eating up to three or four bowls of (healthy) cereal with frozen raspberries on top. I feel proud about that because it's low in sugar and fortified with lots of vitamins.
I'm terrible about taking actual pre-natal vitamins.
I'm gaining weight--probably due to the Frostys more than the baby. I'm employing the rubberband trick on my regular jeans, or trying to hold up the stylish belly-banded maternity pants that just don't quite fit yet. Honestly, I like the old-fashioned full-paneled deals, but I'm still in-between, in-between, too big for this, yet too small for that. I like Sundays when I can wear empire-waist dresses.
I love feeling baby move. For the past couple weeks, I occasionally found myself holding perfectly motionless, focusing on any slight movement. Even though I've done this four times before, I still love the magic, the miracle.
To be continued...maybe with a real photo, maybe even before I have the baby.
6 comments:
So exciting! It makes me jealous even though I really don"t ever want to do it again! Congratulations to you and your family. Babies are the best!
I'm seriously jealous. Maybe in the millenium I'll get to do it again. ;) Are you finding out the gender? That should be in a few weeks if you are right? I hope you'll share what you find out!
Cissy, try Tylenol PM - it always gets me through my horrible dreaming periods. Seriously NEVER dream when I take that stuff. Maybe it would work for you?
Pregnancy = not so fun, but baby = wonderful, so I guess you have to take the bad with the good. I'm so sorry you feel tired; that is why I hate being pregnant because I can never function being tired. It must feel terrible being so tired, but not wanting to sleep. I'm reading Agnes Grey right now; that is a very sweet book, and might be good for you. Pretty sure you can eat all the frostys you want (calcium is good for bone development, right?) and not have to worry about the weight gain, and cereal is always a winner in my book; you've got to eat what sounds good, there's just no other way. When the baby wants Ramen nothing else will do. Sorry about the super long comment. Hope you start getting some sleep!
Hang in there!!! I felt awful pretty much the whole time, but now I have a cute baby and am feeling better...that's the light at the end of the tunnel! Hope you have fun at D-Land! Are you going to find out what the baby is?
I can say with unblinking certainty that pregnancy in one's thirties is the pits. And that tunnel-vision newborn stage ain't my favorite, either.
But, oh, the baby, the baby! With all the energy of my soul, I believe that babies are the sweetest thing on planet Earth. Delicious is an insufficient term to describe how truly magnificent they are. Beauty is a fresh baby.
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