Sleeping Like a Baby

I sleep like a baby these days.  I wake up every two hours crying and demanding food.  Right now, for added fun, I'm battling sinus headaches.  Usually the act of chewing will help clear things up for a bit.  So, not only does food quiet my stomach, it also helps my head.  Usually.  Tonight is bad.  Tonight I wonder how much one little decongestant can hurt.  I mean, really.  But no.  If I give in now, by the end of my pregnancy I'll be washing down my vicodin with Jack Daniels after smoking a pack of Camels, filters removed.  Then I'll really sleep.

Being pregnant is more or less what I expected, save for the crazy hunger.  I have no tolerance for pain and am pretty much a Nance, so I never could see myself as one of them gals that "glows" and has a cute little tummy.  Nope, to hear and see me when I wake up you'd think I was about to birth the baby tomorrow.  I come staggering into work looking like I had a bit too much fun the night before.  I run through a catalog of foodstuffs in my mind trying to figure out what sounds least repulsive.  Even eggs, which have slightly less flavor than white bread, frequently make my stomach turn.

I keep trying to remind myself that it's all worth it.  I'm sure I'll come around.  Once I hear the heartbeat and see the first blobby images on the ultrasound will reinforce that yes, this is due to a little one growing inside me.  Right now I don't feel pregnant.  I don't feel moving.  I'm not showing.  It's still a little abstract.  And someday when I have an elbow in my ribcage and foot on my bladder I'll wax nostalgic for these days.  I guess I just need to appreciate where I am.

A real pain

Well, my days of being the pregnant lady getting waited on hand and foot are over.  The mister threw his back out.  Seems like it might be for real this time.  I've never seen him in so much pain, and that's saying something.  We're praying it's not a ruptured disk, but I'm afraid that might be what it is.  So, between my non-existent energy level and his being unable to sit or stand or lay or move or laugh, we're quite a pair.  If anyone wants to hire us a maid it would be appreciated.  But, here I am going on and it's 8:40, way past my bedtime. 

Tomorrow I'm going to call and make my for-real doctor appointment.  Right now I don't "feel pregnant" so it just doesn't seem real.   I understand that's fairly common and I'm trying not to worry, but I'll feel better when I hear the little heartbeat.  I just feel tired and hungry and sometimes queasy.  I'm looking forward to feeling the baby move.  I understand that's kinda neat.

No, I'm not showing yet. That's just all the donuts.

I have the next two days off and am looking forward to celebrating Labor Day.  I'm not sure how much I'm looking forward to Labor Day in April.  I have a lot of decisions to make and I'm not really relishing it.  The biggest is what doctor do I use.  The second is how do I pay for it all?  One decision I've definitely already made is no one is to know what this child is until I birth it.  To me, that's part of the surprise and wonder of it all.  Plus, heaven forbid I have a girl and people find out ahead of time I'll be cursed with a nursery full of pink.  Or, if it's a boy it will be footballs and trucks.  I'm much happier with unisex stuff like this.  Now, isn't that much better than forcing Junior into some pre-determined gender stereotype roll?  I guess I'm just a child of the Free to Be You and Me Generation.  (Great Marcy Playground song by the way)  ((That's something you don't hear too often))

I'm experiencing the joys of having to keep food on my tummy at all times.  I love having to spend those last waking moments just before I drift off eating whatever I can manage.   I'm also far more uncomfortable trying to sleep than I'd care for.  That gets better, right?  And when I wake up I come to like a tipped-over cow.  I'm not a pretty sight first thing in the morning.  I'm sure this is as bad as it will get.  Right?  Boy, I sure am glad I'm over the worst of it.  I have a pre-natal yoga dvd but I still haven't felt quite up to doing it.  I did watch some of it the other day from the couch so at least the wrapper's off.

Yep, it's gonna be smooth sailing from here.