It is hard to believe I am nearly halfway done! Only forever and a day left to go…
Today’s appointment went well. I was a little aggravated beforehand because I could not bathe or even wash my face because our water was turned off. I was relieved to find out the midwife would not root around in my lady bits because they usually don’t start doing that until 35 weeks or so. So I didn’t feel so guilty about being filthy and hairy.
Today’s weigh-in indicated I have gained 2 pounds since last month’s appointment. Not too bad. I estimate I’ve gained between 5-8 pounds total so far, which the midwife said is healthy. She says I’m doing very well overall. The baby’s heartbeat was 135 when the nurse first checked it and then 142 a few seconds later. She said the baby was moving about a good bit.
I got my first flu shot ever today. David was very impressed with my shot courage. I told him shots didn’t bother me but after witnessing my pansy-ass reactions on several occasions when I’ve had to get IVs/blood drawn, I don’t think he believed me. Shots are easy. It’s when a needle has a specific target like my vein is when things get dicey. And I promise I am not just being a big baby–David will even admit it is not pleasant watching a nurse try to hit a good vein on me.
We have an ultrasound scheduled two weeks from today. We have been told over and over we have to make it very clear to the ultrasound tech we do not want to know the gender. This puzzles me because I think someone with that job would really go out of their way to not say anything. I will not be a happy camper if it is accidentally revealed to me.
Speaking of being a happy camper, I guess what they say about the second trimester is true–I’ve been feeling much better and happier. David tells me I’ve been in a very good mood lately. That is pretty amazing considering I don’t think anyone has described my mood as “good” ever.
Since I’ve been pregnant, every time I eat ANYTHING, whether it be crackers or caviar, people say with a knowing smile, “Ahhh, yeah, cravings, huh?”
Here’s what: I’ve had cravings since I was born. And I crave normal things, weird things, salty things, greasy things, sweet things, etc. You name it, I’ve craved it. I’ve always loved sour candy. I’ve always loved salt and vinegar chips. Let’s be honest, there is not much in the way of food that I don’t love.
I think the whole pregnancy craving myth stems from two things:
1. During your pregnancy, especially during the first trimester, a lot of things you used to love to eat don’t sound so great anymore. Pre-pregnancy, I was not a picky eater by any means. My first trimester, nothing sounded good to me. David spent a ton of money and time trying to find food I would eat. Here is what happened most of the time: he would present the food to me, I would take one bite, grimace, shake my head and then not eat any more. He spent more time and money cooking very specific things for me and I would react the same way. I got to the point where I had to figure out what exactly would not make me feel nauseated. If that meant I ate an entire bowl of edamame as my dinner, so be it. Of course, once I figured out something that wouldn’t make me want to throw up, I would eat it every day for a week. A week was usually the limit because after that, I would have to figure out something different that didn’t make me feel queasy. And, boy, was I specific during this time. One week I ate only avocado, tomato and cheddar cheese sandwiches. There had to be more avocado than anything else. The avocado and tomato had to be COATED in Lawry’s seasoning salt. And the cheddar had to be regular orange sharp cheddar cheese slices. And I would only eat it on a certain kind of honey wheat bread–Nature’s Own, I believe. Then I went through the cantaloupe and cottage cheese phase: chunks of cantaloupe on top of a generous helping of cottage cheeese with an even more generous helping of salt poured all over it. And so on. But I never CRAVED any of this. It was a process of elimination style of eating. I eliminated anything that tasted yucky to me. I would have eaten these things pre-pregnancy.
2. I think skinny girls use pregnancy as a nine-month pass to eat all the shit they deprive themselves of usually. Clearly, I am not in touch with this tactic. But, yeah, when someone who usually eats celery sticks and nary a carb all of a sudden wants to inhale hot-fudge sundaes when they’re pregnant, they have the old pregnancy craving excuse to fall back on.
Now that I’m in my second trimester (nearly 19 weeks!), the whole food thing is becoming a lot easier. Last night, I even ate Johnny’s, which is SO weird. I mean, I never crave Johnny’s outside of pregnancy…