You are Not Going to Go There, Are You?

I seriously should have made a list of everthing that I just knew wouldn't happen to me during pregnancy. For some reason I thought I was going to be different when I was expecting - I was still going to be that fun-loving gal that loved life. I wouldn't have any illness, would still be able to burn the candle at both ends (I never knew why pregnant women went to bed early anyway) and love, love, love pregnancy.

Wrong! I am going to admit - No matter how much I love the little baby inside, pregnancy is not fun. Nope, nada, never. If it weren't for Zofran keeping me upright instead of my head hanging out of a toilet 24/7, I don't know what I would do.

Don't get me wrong - things are getting a little better. I do keep food down most of the time now, I can drink clear liquids again including water sometimes, I do make it to work everyday (okay...sometimes late, but at least I am there) and I had gained 6/10's of a pound on the last doctor's visit.

Just when you get ahead, you realize that your 15 year high school reunion will be when you are 8 months pregnant and miserable, you will have work outside for several days in August and then......

like a deep dark Lifetime movie a couple of nights ago - there it was in all its shining glory. The inside of my belly button. "Really?" I thought (actually I think I exclaimed that out loud.)

"You are not going to go there, are you (belly button)?" Well, apparently you are. Although it's only slighting starting to change, the inevitable will eventually happen. Great, just great. And why did I have to shudder each time I saw a pregnant lady's belly button protruding from her body. Why couldn't I just think it was cute? Not cute, I might add.

So with every waking day, I experience something new, something exciting and definitely something that I know nothing about. Thank goodness for google. I wonder if there is a way to push the belly button back in??? I must go now and google it.

Goodbye First - Hello Second

This week marks the end of the first trimester. And with any luck, it will end the nausea meds, the trips to the doctor for IV fluids and the "oh my gosh...when will this end" feeling. I have come to the conclusion that my pregnancy is not the norm. Everyone I talk to says, "I think I felt nausea once or twice" or says, "I loved pregnancy...I never felt better." My apologies if you have seen my middle finger fly up in the air - most likely behind your back. I am so happy for all of you super happy, fun-loving pregos that love to do nothing but eat and be merry. My trip down the motherhood lane hasn't been so much of that.

I guess I shouldn't complain - there is light at the end of the tunnel. However when you feel like this, you wonder if the light is the day you move the child out of the house for college. If I am nauseated now, how will I feel when my child heads to daycare for the first time, gets dropped off for kindergarten, loses their first tooth, goes on their first date? I cannot imagine. I may have to keep my nausea meds prescription open-ended. I wonder what my doc would think about that idea?

At any rate, I am now entering my 13th week of pregnancy. I am still not showing much (from the weight loss) and now fitting into clothes that I couldn't squeeze my butt into last summer. I guess that's a plus. And I know it won't last for long.

So here's to saying goodbye to the first and hello to the second. In the words of Joey on Friends, second...."how you doin'?" I hope it is all of the fun I hear about.