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Official Announcement
Feb. 15th, 2009 11:01 pmI'm home safe from Estrella and I'm pregnant.
I've just hit 13 weeks, which may be the last week of 1st trimester or the beginning of 2nd trimester (seems to vary depending on what I read). I've told about as many people as I could in person so I guess it's time to put it out to the rest of the world here.
I'm still feeling kind of blah, some days are worse than others, but I have yet to actually lose my cookies (knock on wood). My pants are starting to look all muffin-toppy, like I'm some idiot waitress at the Spoke (University bar/restaurant in my hometown) who can't seem to purchase jeans in the correct size. It's making my t-shirts roll up too so it's all exposed and I look dumpy. It's an annoying phase because I'm not big enough to look pregnant yet, just like I don't know how to dress or do a sit-up. I'm sure I'll look huge soon enough and I'll be looking back wistfully on the days I could still fit into my jeans, even with the top button undone.
No, we don't know what it is yet. People keep asking me that even though it's another 2 months before I can find out. And when I say that they come back with "yeah, but do you have a feeling?" Um, yes, I have a feeling, it's either nausea or indigestion, or maybe both! Or there's the ever-popular "what are you hoping for?" Well, I'm aiming for human, but I could probably settle for another beagle. Might be a bit strange if a whole litter came out though.
So far we've selected the room for the nursery and I've suggested a colour-scheme that wasn't immediately shot-down, so I assume that's what it will be. I've also decided I'm pretty firmly on the side of longer-term breast-feeding, and not going to solids too early or falling back on formula. I'm hoping I might finally get my grown-up boobs, but they have failed to make an appearance thusfar. My mother is trying to talk me into buying a car-seat that plops into an enormous stroller. After watching two sets of friends trying to maneuver those behemoths around a cafe and a mall respectively I'm less than thrilled with the idea of one of those. One of my friends in Edmonton was practically a disciple for the baby-wearing movement and while I thought she was a little weird at first, I am rapidly seeing how wise she really is. Any stroller thoughts or recommendations from the peanut gallery?
So far my adherence to the pre-natal regimen of health has been rather spotty. I've successfully abstained from alcohol since finding out. I've shunned soft-serve ice cream, undercooked burgers, soft cheeses and processed meats (other than hot dogs, which are re-cooked, so no bacterial concerns there) and I haven't touched tuna in ages. I've increased my intake of fruits and veggies. On the other hand I keep forgetting my stupid vitamins, I can't even consider giving up caffeine (tea is my drug of choice) and I've been an epic failure at shunning sushi. You can't ask a girl with a tea collection of over 50 varieties to just set it aside, and what can I say, sometimes a girl just needs raw salmon.
Anyway, going back and making some older entries regarding the pregnancy public. Mostly just me whining about how rotten I feel, so probably not of great interest to all, but feel free to read if you're so inclined.
Still can't really wrap my head around the idea that I'm going to be a mum.
I've just hit 13 weeks, which may be the last week of 1st trimester or the beginning of 2nd trimester (seems to vary depending on what I read). I've told about as many people as I could in person so I guess it's time to put it out to the rest of the world here.
I'm still feeling kind of blah, some days are worse than others, but I have yet to actually lose my cookies (knock on wood). My pants are starting to look all muffin-toppy, like I'm some idiot waitress at the Spoke (University bar/restaurant in my hometown) who can't seem to purchase jeans in the correct size. It's making my t-shirts roll up too so it's all exposed and I look dumpy. It's an annoying phase because I'm not big enough to look pregnant yet, just like I don't know how to dress or do a sit-up. I'm sure I'll look huge soon enough and I'll be looking back wistfully on the days I could still fit into my jeans, even with the top button undone.
No, we don't know what it is yet. People keep asking me that even though it's another 2 months before I can find out. And when I say that they come back with "yeah, but do you have a feeling?" Um, yes, I have a feeling, it's either nausea or indigestion, or maybe both! Or there's the ever-popular "what are you hoping for?" Well, I'm aiming for human, but I could probably settle for another beagle. Might be a bit strange if a whole litter came out though.
So far we've selected the room for the nursery and I've suggested a colour-scheme that wasn't immediately shot-down, so I assume that's what it will be. I've also decided I'm pretty firmly on the side of longer-term breast-feeding, and not going to solids too early or falling back on formula. I'm hoping I might finally get my grown-up boobs, but they have failed to make an appearance thusfar. My mother is trying to talk me into buying a car-seat that plops into an enormous stroller. After watching two sets of friends trying to maneuver those behemoths around a cafe and a mall respectively I'm less than thrilled with the idea of one of those. One of my friends in Edmonton was practically a disciple for the baby-wearing movement and while I thought she was a little weird at first, I am rapidly seeing how wise she really is. Any stroller thoughts or recommendations from the peanut gallery?
So far my adherence to the pre-natal regimen of health has been rather spotty. I've successfully abstained from alcohol since finding out. I've shunned soft-serve ice cream, undercooked burgers, soft cheeses and processed meats (other than hot dogs, which are re-cooked, so no bacterial concerns there) and I haven't touched tuna in ages. I've increased my intake of fruits and veggies. On the other hand I keep forgetting my stupid vitamins, I can't even consider giving up caffeine (tea is my drug of choice) and I've been an epic failure at shunning sushi. You can't ask a girl with a tea collection of over 50 varieties to just set it aside, and what can I say, sometimes a girl just needs raw salmon.
Anyway, going back and making some older entries regarding the pregnancy public. Mostly just me whining about how rotten I feel, so probably not of great interest to all, but feel free to read if you're so inclined.
Still can't really wrap my head around the idea that I'm going to be a mum.
