The last week and a half has been a little weird because I've lost most of my symptoms of actually being pregnant. As I have mentioned before, I am a worrier and this causes worry. I find myself knocking on the barely rounded surface of my stomach and venturing a tentative, "Um...hello? Anyone home? Nubby? You in there? Nauseate me once for yes, twice for no."
But my pants still fit so I guess I should be thankful. I do have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and my first irrational demand to the doctor will be assurance that everything is fine and the Nubby is a shining example of health. According to online sources, he/she is now larger than a Vienna sausage but smaller than a peach and no longer has webbed fingers or toes. Thatta boy/girl!
I have almost stopped fencing at this point though I planned to attend a little while longer. Actually my reasons for not going last week had nothing to do with pregnancy and I may try to pull out another couple footwork lessons before my uniform totally betrays me. To be honest, I'm not as disappointed about missing this season as I always expected I would be. At the end of last season I was just feeling burnt out so maybe that was just God's way of preparing me for this.
We did join the YMCA, however, and I'm looking forward to making good (and strangely appropriate) use of the pool as I morph into a walrus (hopefully without the mustache). I just want to keep moving, I can feel my muscles and joints tightening up from lack of exercise and that sounds like a recipe for disaster to me.
More news after the doctor.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Week Eleven
Yes, I missed a couple weeks. Though, if it redeems me at all, I swear that the whole time I was thinking I really need to update the blog. But I don't really have any good excuse and I even had some halfway interesting things to report.
I had my first doctor's appointment during week nine. My doctor was quick and to the point about everything. It's a big practice and they're busy I guess. Once I left and thought back on it I realized they told me almost nothing. They didn't tell me not to eat unpasteurized cheese or to stay away from the litter box. I didn't even get any informative pamphlets.Of course, by nature, I am an obsessive researcher so I know all these things and over the course of the last couple weeks have gotten into the habit of running to Google first before I put something new into my body to make sure it's okay. But what if I weren't such a crazy person? This is my first pregnancy, how can they assume I just know these things?
Anyway, the one thing they did give me was a list of foods sorted into Good, Moderate, and Bad categories according to the Glycemic Index. This is to avoid, I think, gestational diabetes, but I like to call it by the name "party pooper". All my life, I've been lead to believe that when you get pregnant you suddenly get to eat with abandon (except for tuna and Roquefort, that is). I had happy dreams of filling my shopping cart with things I never let myself have before (oh, blessed Nutty Bars), but according to my doctor, this is out of the question. It's chickpeas and spinach for me now. Le sigh. Of course, I cheat a little, but with great restraint and it's always accompanied by heavy guilt.
Jump ahead a little: I informed my fencing friends this week why I had been scarce lately and why that would continue to be the case for the foreseeable future. I've been feeling rather burnt out from fencing over the last couple months and I anticipated this being a welcome break. But when I finally announced that I would be AWOL from the club, I realized how much I would miss the folks that I sweat with and who beat up on me twice weekly.
I haven't told my employer yet, so shhhh. I'm just not ready for a Big Deal. I hate big deals, especially when they're about me, so I'm just avoiding that as long as I can. As it stands, I still haven't gained any weight so that's not giving me away. Now, if I can just avoid passing out on my keyboard in the late afternoon, I'll be safe.
I had my first doctor's appointment during week nine. My doctor was quick and to the point about everything. It's a big practice and they're busy I guess. Once I left and thought back on it I realized they told me almost nothing. They didn't tell me not to eat unpasteurized cheese or to stay away from the litter box. I didn't even get any informative pamphlets.Of course, by nature, I am an obsessive researcher so I know all these things and over the course of the last couple weeks have gotten into the habit of running to Google first before I put something new into my body to make sure it's okay. But what if I weren't such a crazy person? This is my first pregnancy, how can they assume I just know these things?
Anyway, the one thing they did give me was a list of foods sorted into Good, Moderate, and Bad categories according to the Glycemic Index. This is to avoid, I think, gestational diabetes, but I like to call it by the name "party pooper". All my life, I've been lead to believe that when you get pregnant you suddenly get to eat with abandon (except for tuna and Roquefort, that is). I had happy dreams of filling my shopping cart with things I never let myself have before (oh, blessed Nutty Bars), but according to my doctor, this is out of the question. It's chickpeas and spinach for me now. Le sigh. Of course, I cheat a little, but with great restraint and it's always accompanied by heavy guilt.
Jump ahead a little: I informed my fencing friends this week why I had been scarce lately and why that would continue to be the case for the foreseeable future. I've been feeling rather burnt out from fencing over the last couple months and I anticipated this being a welcome break. But when I finally announced that I would be AWOL from the club, I realized how much I would miss the folks that I sweat with and who beat up on me twice weekly.
I haven't told my employer yet, so shhhh. I'm just not ready for a Big Deal. I hate big deals, especially when they're about me, so I'm just avoiding that as long as I can. As it stands, I still haven't gained any weight so that's not giving me away. Now, if I can just avoid passing out on my keyboard in the late afternoon, I'll be safe.
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