Hello and thanks for reading these sporadic and inconsistent posts. I promise I haven't fallen off the planet (mostly just face first into my pillows). As of yesterday, I am officially in my SECOND TRIMESTER. Can you believe it? Our little bun is now the size of a peach and about 3" long. My nausea has subsided, but I've taken on some other symptoms in their place. like Migraines, yay. Unfortunately, I'm not one of those people that think pregnancy is a dream. Worth every second? Absolutely. But enjoyable? No. But hey, today was the first day in 13 weeks that I didn't dry heave while brushing my teeth so that's an accomplishment.
Since I've posted last, we graduated from the fertility clinic and had our first appointment with our regular OB, Dr. Willis at Four Seasons. The only upsetting thing about this appointment was getting on the scale. Between IVF hormones and 13 weeks of pregnancy, lets just say I'm filling out my fat pants. Luckily my husband does a great job of making me feel pretty so I haven't had a nervous breakdown [ yet ].
Dressing myself has been a real issue. You'd think that leggings would be heaven but honestly, I'll never love them the same. Perhaps it's because I'm in that awkward stage where I'm definitely showing but I don't look obviously pregnant. That stage when people wonder if you're pregnant or just fat. So every time I put on leggings and a tunic it just accentuates the awkwardness. Needless to say, my sights are set on Spring. By then, I'll actually look pregnant and I can wear cute/comfy sun dresses and not feel like a lumpy, awkward mess.
Constant peeing. Constant hunger. Constant fatigue.
BOOBS. OUCH. My boobs haven't been sore at all this entire time. But all of a sudden, they decided to join the party. Oh, and perma-high beams? Yep. Just slightly uncomfortable.
Food. Let's see...how can I sum this up. If it's bad for me, I like it. If it makes my ass grow, I love it. If it's good for me, it makes me wanna barf. Just kidding, it's not all bad. I can handle raw vegetables (but nothing cooked, gross), yogurt, milk, cheese and fruit. Steaks. I'm OUT on chicken. Marinara, or any sort of dark sauce, gives my such terrible indigestion that I'd almost rather die. Big meals are a no go too. I pretty much live on snacks. And powdered sugar donuts.
I've watched every series there is on Netflix. My patience level has plummeted, and my general level of annoyance is off the charts. It's like PMS x10.
Aside from all these things that make me feel like anyone else but myself, I am ecstatic to be pregnant and even more ecstatic that we've conquered so many milestones thus far. We have our Gender Reveal party scheduled for January 30th! SOOOOO EXCITED, 3 weeks and counting! We still have a long way to go before we meet our little miracle, but at least once we know the sex I can start shopping and decorating the nursery. Let the nesting begin.
Since I've posted last, we graduated from the fertility clinic and had our first appointment with our regular OB, Dr. Willis at Four Seasons. The only upsetting thing about this appointment was getting on the scale. Between IVF hormones and 13 weeks of pregnancy, lets just say I'm filling out my fat pants. Luckily my husband does a great job of making me feel pretty so I haven't had a nervous breakdown [ yet ].
Dressing myself has been a real issue. You'd think that leggings would be heaven but honestly, I'll never love them the same. Perhaps it's because I'm in that awkward stage where I'm definitely showing but I don't look obviously pregnant. That stage when people wonder if you're pregnant or just fat. So every time I put on leggings and a tunic it just accentuates the awkwardness. Needless to say, my sights are set on Spring. By then, I'll actually look pregnant and I can wear cute/comfy sun dresses and not feel like a lumpy, awkward mess.
Constant peeing. Constant hunger. Constant fatigue.
BOOBS. OUCH. My boobs haven't been sore at all this entire time. But all of a sudden, they decided to join the party. Oh, and perma-high beams? Yep. Just slightly uncomfortable.
Food. Let's see...how can I sum this up. If it's bad for me, I like it. If it makes my ass grow, I love it. If it's good for me, it makes me wanna barf. Just kidding, it's not all bad. I can handle raw vegetables (but nothing cooked, gross), yogurt, milk, cheese and fruit. Steaks. I'm OUT on chicken. Marinara, or any sort of dark sauce, gives my such terrible indigestion that I'd almost rather die. Big meals are a no go too. I pretty much live on snacks. And powdered sugar donuts.
I've watched every series there is on Netflix. My patience level has plummeted, and my general level of annoyance is off the charts. It's like PMS x10.
Aside from all these things that make me feel like anyone else but myself, I am ecstatic to be pregnant and even more ecstatic that we've conquered so many milestones thus far. We have our Gender Reveal party scheduled for January 30th! SOOOOO EXCITED, 3 weeks and counting! We still have a long way to go before we meet our little miracle, but at least once we know the sex I can start shopping and decorating the nursery. Let the nesting begin.