So, most of your advice surrounding this pregnancy included that I be positive. This is me being positive. (And a little bit sassy.) In a list form. Check our ConversionDiary for more Quick takes!
1. I received my first speeding ticket. It happened while I was coming home from dropping Ben off so I could have the car to get my blood drawn. The worst part? I wasn’t wearing a bra. (See? I really AM a feminist! Except that I didn’t burn my bra…wearing one just makes me feel even more queasy.)
2. My doctor warned me that the only side effect to Progesterone is divorce. I know exactly what she means. Ben never knows what to expect when he comes home: will I be the snuggly wife who can’t let go of him or the prickly, close to exploding, pear who lays down and refuses to talk until after the kids go to bed? Thankfully, we have a good marriage therapist on speed dial. I may be wrong, but I don’t think she intended us (meaning me) to actually use it. Daily.
3. Morning sickness doesn’t bother me. It’s not easy having migraines, extreme nausea, and feeling extremely tired but it’s also not the hardest thing I’ve experienced–that would be the miscarriages. But you know what bothers me? Wanting to eat cookies and ice cream every night. How am I supposed to keep my trim figure with that diet?
4. If this pregnancy goes well, we will not be finding out the gender. I can’t tell you how exciting this is for me! I believe it makes me want things to turn out okay just to be surprised on his/her’s birth day. Besides, we all know I don’t prepare even when I know what we are having. (Re: Andrew’s birth.)
5. I am, um, well endowed in the chest area. Within two weeks of getting pregnant, my boobs grew like 5 sizes. I’m pretty sure my chest needs its own zip code. Do you know how hard it is to find a shirt that fits over them and accentuates (appropriately) the rest of my body? Impossible. That’s how hard.
6. My dreams now have a surreal-like quality. I wake up unsure of what is reality and what is fake. This is especially difficult when I have dreams of going into labor after only 3 months of pregnancy and giving birth to a 6-inch doll–in my mom’s house.
7. Despite my progesterone/pregnancy induced craziness, I love my husband more than ever. I am extremely grateful for his caring and understanding attitude during this difficult time. And that he cooks dinner.