(This was the hubs first week on belly pic duty. Through no fault of his own, my face left much to be desired. Growing out bangs + no makeup = a frightful Jenna.)
How far along? 9
weeks
Total weight gain/loss: Back to zero.
Maternity clothes? Bought a pair of capris this weekend at Gap Maternity. They’re pretty comfy. Now if it’d just get warm enough to wear them. I am sporting the bella band now. LOVE it.
Stretch marks? No.
Sleep: Not too bad. I occasionally wake up a lot, but it’s either due to hunger, pee or naughty cats.
Best moment this week: Having TWO days where I felt good (including today!)
Movement: Nope.
Food cravings:
Peanut Butter & Jelly is my new love.
Gender: I’m still wishing girl but thinking boy.
Labor Signs:
Nada.
Belly Button in or out?
Innie.
What I miss: Brewskis.
What I am looking forward to: My next appointment – first full one with the midwife. It was supposed to be Friday, but rescheduled to Monday.
Weekly Wisdom:
Tell your loved ones you love them as much as possible.
Milestones:
Hospital tour and MY FIRST DAYS FEELING OKAY!
Archive for the ‘baby business’ Category
9 weeks.
Category baby business, paparazzi
So much for that.
Category baby business, not so much
Yeah – today? Not so much. I would have been the luckiest in the world had my good day lasted through today.
Instead, I started my day out by laying in bed wishing for another 3 hours of sleep. I slept like CRAP last night (including waking up at 2am absolutely STARVING – what’s up with that?), showered, dressed, and got to work. I ate some dry Cheerios and a banana, with some water. Then, around 10:30 – I dry heave all over my keyboard. I ran to the bathroom in fear that this was it – I was finally going to barf…and then, nothing. Nothing except feeling like ass. So, I went to the little store in my building and got a chicken & stars Soup at Hand and some gingerale. It helped.
Then, around 1pm, I was starving, and yet again – nothing sounds good AT ALL. Except…peanut butter & jelly. OH MY GOD PEANUT BUTTER & JELLY. It sounds like heaven. I rush to Macy’s Marketplace (they have triple-decker PB&Js that are the BOMB) and run to the pre-made sammich section. There are none to be found. WTF. I begin fighting back tears and bile, as my stomach is reacting horribly to the thought of not eating a PB&J.
And then, there it was – the last one, hiding with some turkey sandwiches. BLISS. I nabbed some pretzels and a fountain cherry coke and I’m back to work.
That PB&J was delicious. I’d actually like another, but I know they’re gone since I ate the last one.
Today’s goal is just feeling well enough to make it through the Twins home opener. I’d REALLY like a dome dog too (think ballpark frank but plumper and THE BEST EVER) but I don’t know if my stomach will go with it. I’ll just keep my goal on staying well enough to last through the game.
Wait, wait, wait. I feel…good.
Category baby business
Today, I woke up around 11am. I haven’t slept this late in a long while.
I don’t know if it was the tremendous amount of sleep, the italian beef sammich I had last night, or just a fluke…
…but I feel…good.
I, as a force of habit, put on the SeaBands this morning. However, I felt like maybe I didn’t need them. So I took them off.
Here I sit, 2.5 hours later…3 eggos and a glass of juice later, and I still feel okay.
I’m just sitting, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
In the meantime, I’m enjoying this with every inch of my being. I’m going to clean the house today, something I haven’t done in over a month. I think the hubs will be pleased that I’m getting my ass off the couch and doing something.
But first, I have to get my ass off the couch.
Hospital tour.
Category baby business
The hubs and I toured the hospital of choice today. Aside from it being under construction (making it a freakin long walk to the east wing of the hospital) everything seemed nice. It certainly isn’t the Ritz Carlton of birthing centers, but it was nice and clean.
What really sealed the deal was that there is a NICU on site. Not that I anticipate needing that, but knowing that there’s one there if need be, is very reassuring.
I’m dumb.
Category baby business, I am a moron, retail therapy
So, this came in the mail this week. (the lotus flower “blanket”)
I apparently don’t enjoy reading because the description of the product clearly says it’s a “security blankie or changing mat.” I thought it was a straight up blanket. So imagine my dismay when I open it and it’s 18″ x 19″ – I felt cheated and wronged and like the woman who runs the etsy store must have sent me the wrong thing.
Oh no, I’m just a moron. I suppose I’ll get use out of it, but I was flabbergasted.
I’m still waiting on the owl blankie.
I’m also still waiting on taking a nap and wanting to leave work and never come back. Stay tuned for those.
