Inches Gained (Waist): Total 8 inches, +0.5 inches this week.
Nonsensical item baby is supposedly the size of: a papaya (again), an ear of corn, a half gallon of milk (? that seems awfully big)
Pregnancy Symptoms I’m supposed to expect according to TheBump.com:
- Swollen ankles and feet. Be sure to elevate them while you’re sitting.–Is that why they hurt like hell all the time? The swollen fingers are still worse.
- Leg cramps, which can be sign of dehydration.–Borderline. I’ve realized that if I stretch my calf any more it will Charlie horse, but so far I’ve avoided it.
- Back aches — yup, still!–Gee, really? You mean my backache won’t get better as the baby gets bigger. Shocking.
- Linea nigra. That’s the dark line that runs up the center of your belly. It will fade after baby’s born.–Nope
- Stretch marks, which may continue to appear as your skin stretches even more.–Yeah. I’m gonna have wicked bad stretch marks by the time this is over. Also, my belly button is starting to feel tight. I wonder if it will pop out?
Anyways, let’s talk about pregnancy food rules, shall we? I think that it’s normal for first time moms to be anxious and a little obsessive about the rules. From what I’ve seen and read, it sounds like being a former infertile adds to that anxiety and anal retentiveness. Basically, according to the internet, pregnant women can’t eat undercooked anything (including runny egg yolks), soft cheeses (feta, blue, etc), cold deli meat, excess seafood, etc. Basically, I’ve avoided all of these things to the letter and even feel a little guilty when I eat deli meat heated to steaming despite being told it was ok. Finally, Kara called me out on being crazy, which is good, because I really want some soft freakin’ cheese and I’m allowed to have it as long as it is pasteurized (although blue cheese may be a grayzone because of the mold, does anyone know?). While I don’t intend to throw the rules out the window, I do think it’s time to loosen up a little. There’s no reason I can’t have feta (pasteurized) along with some well heated lunch meat. And it makes me happy and feel less restricted. And I’m not endangering my baby.
Still, I think the sushi is going to have to wait. Have I mentioned that I dream about a good piece of raw fatty tuna? Also, I’m dying for a Jimmy John’s sub, but those are not made to be eaten warm and I’m not quite ready to push the limits that far. I can honestly say that I don’t miss alcohol, though. Actually, I find the smell of it absolutely nauseating.
Moving on, tomorrow is my 24 week appointment, which means the dreaded gestational diabetes screen. Basically you drink a nasty tasting bottle of orange sugar water and then they check your blood sugar. If it’s too high after an hour, you get sent for a three hour test, which involved a larger quantity of the nasty and 4 blood draws over three hours. I’ve had the short test before to check for PCOS, so I already know that the drink makes me sick as a dog. Last time I was incoherent and had a migraine all day. This should make working on my dissertation super fun tomorrow. It’s worth it, but I have to wonder how crazy baby girl will go when I consume that much sugar. That’s also her most active time of day anyways.
In baby news, my husband finally got to feel her kick on Monday. Lately she kicks my right side really hard first thing when I wake up. My placenta is on the left, so when she manages to get to the right, it’s quite noticeable. He told me it felt pretty freaking weird. Sorry guys, we are not sentimental and it does feel weird. I love knowing she’s in there, but it is a little strange to see my gut move on its own.
Regarding baby names, someone (cough, Amy, cough) called me out in the comments for refusing to tell people her name. Yes, we have settled on one. It was the one we were serious about before the ultrasound, but no, we aren’t telling people besides immediate family (and we weren’t going to tell them, but I suck at hiding things from my mom and sister). It’s nothing personal, it’s just that we don’t really want people’s opinions on the subject and I would be devastated if someone ruined the name for us. I will say the middle name is Martha after my great aunt. But that’s all you get.
Anyone else a little too strict about rules? I really need to learn to relax. It’s not just pregnancy rules I follow too closely. Think we are crazy for keeping the name to ourselves? How was your week?