Friday, February 26, 2016

Week 11

The funny thing is, this all still feels completely made up to me. We're a week away from telling people now, and I still don't really believe that I'm pregnant. Which is funny because I've had my share of symptoms (including my lowered immune system leading me to catch THREE colds in TWO MONTHS--WTF body? Are you TRYING to kill me? Two of those colds were overlapped with nausea and fatigue. Fuck YOU, universe!). Ahem... right, but as I was saying despite all of that, this still feels like it's all in my head. In the meantime, we're planning on telling our families that we're pregnant next week.

And to top it off, my nausea and fatigue are going away so I just don't feel pregnant anymore.

In an odd twist of fate I got a UTI this week (because apparently being pregnant means that if you even seriously consider having sex you will get a UTI, let alone actually sealing the deal...) and as a result got to confirm that I was still pregnant via the joys of needing urine analysis. Now I'm on antibiotics and... get this... this is the punchline...


That's apparently what I get for a. having a libido, b. actually having the gall to do anything with said libido and c. thinking I might be getting away from my first trimester symptoms.

Silly Virginia...

I was feeling too lousy to take off my sweatshirt. Sorry. Do I look pregnant yet?

Friday, February 19, 2016

Week 10

The nausea has started taking a back seat. It rears up periodically, but it doesn't stick around all day. The fatigue is still pretty all encompassing though. I'm still having days where I need a nap right after breakfast. But this week is still full of distractions. Lots of music to watch and play, lots of good times to be had. Sushi to be eaten. Yes, you read that right.

Consult your doctor if you're worried about it ladies, but I have continued to eat raw fish (I'm avoiding tuna both cooked and uncooked due to mercury, but I'm eating as much raw salmon as I can shove down my throat). I have read that if it's flash frozen first it's unlikely to confer the nastier bacteria that we're trying to avoid. So I'm all in. Because I love sushi.

You can take my alcohol, but you can never take MY SUSHI!

And here's the 10 week bump pic.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Week 9

Enter the glorious distraction of watching the husband play music all week with a great band and housing some guests. Also, one or two days without nausea manage to sneak in there, much to my excitement.

This is a pretty good week because it's full of distractions and it turns out that's just what I need.

Terribly blurry picture but all that I've got from that first Festival du Voyageur performance.

Still, the awkward not telling people stage is seeming extra weird as I'm worried that I'll puke on my houseguest and tip her off to my condition that way...

No bump picture this week as we thought that would be a bit of an obvious giveaway with people visiting.

Here's a nice winter scene instead.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Week 8

The week in which I ate an entire large Domino's pizza by myself... in a single sitting.

So, nausea is a funny thing. It makes me not wish to eat, although being hungry makes it far worse. Eating is fine while it's happening, but as soon as I'm done I feel even more nauseous than I was from hunger. It's a no-win situation. But food is still quite necessary. There is, after all, a baby in there somewhere. (At least, I think there is. I've had no confirmation of that outside of peeing on a stick a few weeks ago, and then the blood work I got back this week, but really the baby is purely academic at this point. It's Shroedinger's baby. It is both there and not there until it you open the uterus and look inside. The uterus is closed to me and will not be breached with a doppler or ultrasound until much later so the baby is... just an idea. An idea that's making me completely miserable most days with nausea and fatigue, but an idea nonetheless.) Where was I? Right, the baby, real or imagined, needs food.

So it is, that one day, I am barely able to eat some breakfast. As the day wears on I find myself unable to eat much at all thanks to my new pal, all day nausea, and by the time dinner rolls around I have eaten nothing. Hubby is off doing things like a functional human being. He went to work, then went to aikido and stuff... I am curled into a ball of discomfort and loathing.

But I need food. Yes, food is important. What sounds good? Nothing really... except. Maybe pizza. I don't have energy to make pizza... maybe delivery? Sure. Delivery.

I order a large domino's pizza. It arrives.

I was so hungry that I couldn't stop myself from eating a slice before I took this picture. BEHOLD! Something I could eat.

Ten minutes later.

I did manage to save that last piece for lunch the next day. Barely...

Honestly, I think you can see the pizza in the week 8 bump picture we took.