My poppyseed has officially leaped to the size of a blueberry! Despite how little it still is, food is still my all encompasing thought. Along with copious amounts of sleep, I simply cannot get enough...yawn... I'm enjoying my new pregnant body and all the changes that keep coming. I've realized that being hungry, even for a moment is not an option. When the "feeling" to eat hits, I have about 30min before food better be in my mouth or someone needs to sacrifice a limb. Because pregnancy hunger pains are horrible.
One of my many blessings has been an absence of illness. So far no urge to purge the contents of my stomach every hour. This little baby has made it perfectly clear that like his Mama, there isn't much it won't eat! Case in point, my office ordered Siam Thai (fantastic food!). I ordered the Peanut shrimp curry, level two (medium). Thier scale is as follows, mild, medium, american spicy and thai spicy. I order a two thinking, okay two, medium, should be about right. Well in Siam thai land, Medium must mean "for stupid white girl who thinks she can eat thai food". I was crying, my face was bright red and was sweating bullets it was so HOT!!! Many co-workers laughed at my expense and cautioned me to stop eating. But it tasted soooo good I couldn't. Despite my mouths inability to handle the heat, my stomach did just fine. My Cheif is certain that my child will be able to eat lava.
This experience did start me thinking however that I need to learn how to have a much different relationship with food. For as good as my curry was going down, I'm sure It can't duplicate the experience in reverse. Not sure if it's worth my taste buds satisfaction to test some foods ability to completly incapacitate me.
In addition mood swings have been fun, as I'm sure Kyle can tell you. He has had first hand experience in my many bouts of insanity. One minute i'm telling him how he's going to kill the baby with every clothing item and stray hair product he leaves out and open. Next i'm crying hystarically because the dishes weren't done. To date the best has to be my inability to seperate my dreams from reality. So far, i've not only named my kid the wrong thing, but no one told me for days! Then, I had another one and it really freaked me out, but thank to prego hormones, I can't remember it. Consider it my blogs first technical difficulty.
To close my second blog I would like to shed some light on the miracle of my boobs, who knew they could get that big!?! Or hurt that much. As much as Kyle is enjoying the new view, he's been very disappointed to learn thier a "look but don't touch" item. Upon testing this theory, he nearly lost a limb, which I would have promptly eaten.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Poppyseed in the oven
Poppyseed in the oven. Or at least thats what the book (what to expect when your expecting) is telling me my baby is the size of. A poppyseed? Since knowing that, i havn't been able to enjoy my morning muffin. I keep imgining all those little poppies screaming out at once "don't eat me!" num-num-num. It says next week however it will be the size of an orange seed and I'm not sure yet how thats going to affect eating oranges. Why did my breakfast food all of a sudden have to become so deep? Can't I just eat my seeds in peace? sheesh.
As i'm ending my 4th week of pregnancy I must share how I broke the news to Kyle. Seeing as I had to learn while squating over the poopshoot and aiming into a cup, I saw no reason to make it anymore special for him. When he came home I demanded a foot rub.
Kyle "I don't think so."
Me "Yes, you promised."
Kyle "When did I promise you a foot rub today."
Me " You promised me a footrub everday that I am pregnant, and your three weeks behind."
Kyle "Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh" - like a girl. No seriously, he was very excited and was then showering me with lots of hugs and kisses and "are you serious?". No kyle I make this s*** up everyday, yes i'm pregnant.
Once the initial shock wore off we called our parents. This is not the first grandkid for his folks, so they were excited, but not quite like mine. You see this will be thier FIRST grandkid, so when I skyped my mom and told her, she really did scream like a twelve year old girl at a twilight premere when Jacob takes his shirt off. She then ran upstairs and I was left with an empty camera view. But soon she returned with the family in tow. They are all very excited and can't wait!
Kyle has been doing a great job dealing with my new schedule of wanting frequent naps and eating every 2-3 hours. I am glad I found out when I did because I thought death was upon me. Usually my bike ride to and from work is no problem, but all of a sudden a few miles felt like 10. My bike went to the shop 3x because I was sure there was a problem with it. "No bike problem!" the little oriental lady who sold me it at Eki would shout. She was right, no bike problem, I have a poppyseed problem.
Speaking of which in reading "What to expect" it says that right now this little thing is building its beginner organs and "layers". This requires oxygen and lots of other stuff my body has. It is syphining the important stuff I used to use for it to grow. In short, its sucking the life out of me. Or really into me, since it's pretty centralized, it's a sucking from the inside out. What's the opposite of aliens when it blows out of the guys gut? Yeah it's like that and it's only suppose to get worse, until it does finally end like aliens. Beautiful process huh?
Really though it's been a fun, nerve racking, sentimental experiece. So far no food cravings, I just want to eat EVERYTHING! Thankfully i'm going to continue with my Triathalon training, so I really can eat most everything. I can't say i'm fully continuing with my training, but i'll at least maintain where I am. Depending on how my body is doing I still plan on participating in the sprint triathalon. Which is in September and much shorter than a full Tri. If I don't feel up to that i'll attempt the super sprint tri. Of course my baby is more important than anything else, so i'll err on the furthest side of caution.
I'm really excited for all this new life has to bring me. A new husband, a baby on the way and many career decisions to be made for both Kyle and I. We hate to leave Hawaii, but with a new one on the way, it would be nice to be closer to family. Until next time friends and family (F&F), watch out for those seeds.
As i'm ending my 4th week of pregnancy I must share how I broke the news to Kyle. Seeing as I had to learn while squating over the poopshoot and aiming into a cup, I saw no reason to make it anymore special for him. When he came home I demanded a foot rub.
Kyle "I don't think so."
Me "Yes, you promised."
Kyle "When did I promise you a foot rub today."
Me " You promised me a footrub everday that I am pregnant, and your three weeks behind."
Kyle "Aaaaaaghhhhhhhh" - like a girl. No seriously, he was very excited and was then showering me with lots of hugs and kisses and "are you serious?". No kyle I make this s*** up everyday, yes i'm pregnant.
Once the initial shock wore off we called our parents. This is not the first grandkid for his folks, so they were excited, but not quite like mine. You see this will be thier FIRST grandkid, so when I skyped my mom and told her, she really did scream like a twelve year old girl at a twilight premere when Jacob takes his shirt off. She then ran upstairs and I was left with an empty camera view. But soon she returned with the family in tow. They are all very excited and can't wait!
Kyle has been doing a great job dealing with my new schedule of wanting frequent naps and eating every 2-3 hours. I am glad I found out when I did because I thought death was upon me. Usually my bike ride to and from work is no problem, but all of a sudden a few miles felt like 10. My bike went to the shop 3x because I was sure there was a problem with it. "No bike problem!" the little oriental lady who sold me it at Eki would shout. She was right, no bike problem, I have a poppyseed problem.
Speaking of which in reading "What to expect" it says that right now this little thing is building its beginner organs and "layers". This requires oxygen and lots of other stuff my body has. It is syphining the important stuff I used to use for it to grow. In short, its sucking the life out of me. Or really into me, since it's pretty centralized, it's a sucking from the inside out. What's the opposite of aliens when it blows out of the guys gut? Yeah it's like that and it's only suppose to get worse, until it does finally end like aliens. Beautiful process huh?
Really though it's been a fun, nerve racking, sentimental experiece. So far no food cravings, I just want to eat EVERYTHING! Thankfully i'm going to continue with my Triathalon training, so I really can eat most everything. I can't say i'm fully continuing with my training, but i'll at least maintain where I am. Depending on how my body is doing I still plan on participating in the sprint triathalon. Which is in September and much shorter than a full Tri. If I don't feel up to that i'll attempt the super sprint tri. Of course my baby is more important than anything else, so i'll err on the furthest side of caution.
I'm really excited for all this new life has to bring me. A new husband, a baby on the way and many career decisions to be made for both Kyle and I. We hate to leave Hawaii, but with a new one on the way, it would be nice to be closer to family. Until next time friends and family (F&F), watch out for those seeds.
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