After 3 months of queasiness, and one week where I was hungry, but nauseaus every time I ate something more than a cracker, I'm now officially hungry. Hungry in a prehistorical "I'd kill any mammoth on my path"-way. Seriously - I've never been this kind of hungry. If you'd stand between me and my lunch or dinner, you'd better start saying your prayers.
Today, at lunch time, I had to stop myself from making a scene becausing it was taking the waiter an eternity to bring me my sandwich. I almost walked into the kitchen, where it was waiting on the counter, to get it myself. In the metro, I wanted to snatch a Mars bar right out of someone's hands. I think about food, or what I'm going to eat, non-stop.
Luckily, the amounts of food I need to still the hunger, are still quite reasonable. Tonight, a bowl of fruitsalad, 5 whole weat crackers, and two tomatoes (with lots of vinegar!) did the trick (for now, at least).
(I have it from several sources that it's not uncommon to wake up in the middle of the night, just because you're so hungry).
So here's the good news: over the last few days, I've gained half a kilo! Woohoo! (okay, that's still - 2,5 kg since day 1 of the pregnancy, but hey...).
Tiny N's timeline
Monday, 28 February 2011
Friday, 25 February 2011
Welcome!
To all of you, who have just arrived here through my "official" blog!
I hope you can all stand the baby-colours around here, and manage to stay around long enough to find out what's been going on in my life the last three months.
I hope you can all stand the baby-colours around here, and manage to stay around long enough to find out what's been going on in my life the last three months.
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
No huge underwear. And small wheels.
Is there an unwritten rule that says "Pregnant women are not supposed to be / look sexy"?
If there is, I refuse to live by it. So - no "maternity bra" for me, thank you very much.
This afternoon, tired of the morning struggle with everything in my underwear drawer, I decided to go into one of those huge everything-for-you-and-your-baby-stores. (where I still feel I'm on some planet where I don't really belong).
Anyway, onto the underwear section. A big ad "You grow - is your bra growing with you?" - already made me wanted to turn around and run. But I had made it this far, so I decided to give it a try.
The reflection in the mirror of the fitting room was my worst nightmare coming true. I mean: my grandmother had underwear that looked sexier than this. If P saw me in that thing, our sex life would be over in a nano-second. Granted: it was very comfy. But do I really need shoulder straps that are more than an inch wide? Do I need a back strap that covers my entire shoulder blades? Do I need a bra that makes the word "cleavage" a long lost dream? Thanks, but no thanks.
(needless to mention, the only colour / fabric option was plain white coton. Or black. How daring).
So there - I refuse to wear one of these things; Same way as I refuse to buy one of these prams with Hummer-size wheels that everybody seems to have these days. Sexy underwear, and prams that don't look like they're getting ready to participate in the next Camel Trophy race. That's all I'm asking.
If there is, I refuse to live by it. So - no "maternity bra" for me, thank you very much.
This afternoon, tired of the morning struggle with everything in my underwear drawer, I decided to go into one of those huge everything-for-you-and-your-baby-stores. (where I still feel I'm on some planet where I don't really belong).
Anyway, onto the underwear section. A big ad "You grow - is your bra growing with you?" - already made me wanted to turn around and run. But I had made it this far, so I decided to give it a try.
The reflection in the mirror of the fitting room was my worst nightmare coming true. I mean: my grandmother had underwear that looked sexier than this. If P saw me in that thing, our sex life would be over in a nano-second. Granted: it was very comfy. But do I really need shoulder straps that are more than an inch wide? Do I need a back strap that covers my entire shoulder blades? Do I need a bra that makes the word "cleavage" a long lost dream? Thanks, but no thanks.
(needless to mention, the only colour / fabric option was plain white coton. Or black. How daring).
So there - I refuse to wear one of these things; Same way as I refuse to buy one of these prams with Hummer-size wheels that everybody seems to have these days. Sexy underwear, and prams that don't look like they're getting ready to participate in the next Camel Trophy race. That's all I'm asking.
Comfy and not so comfy
Out went the fancy Mandarina Duck handbag, and the cool Mer du Nord schoolbag. And in came the backpack. No, it's not a fashion statement - it's pure necessity.
I can't run around town anymore, from one client to the next, loaded with different bags like a mule. So that's why, last week, I decided to throw in the towel / bags, and go for comfort.
Moreover, the backpack is keeping me in perfect balance - little bump on the front, little bump on the back; like a camel, sort of.
So far, I'm very happy with my unfashionable decision. I'm no longer dead tired, and anyway... I'm getting used to my new "urban cool & sporty"-look. (not yet used to the expanding waistline though).
Also in the comfort-zone : I had my first cupcake in three months today! Not that I'm enormously hungry all of a sudden, but the appetite is (very) slowly returning. Still no weight-gain, but if I tell other women that, I only get deadly poisonous looks - so I'll shut up about it for now.
Outside of the comfort zone : annoying stabbing pains, causing lots of stress and panic attacks. Called the doctor, but she wasn't too worried. Checked the internet - apparently could be "growing pains" again. Luckily, my next appointment is already next week. Can't wait to see and hear tiny N again!!
I can't run around town anymore, from one client to the next, loaded with different bags like a mule. So that's why, last week, I decided to throw in the towel / bags, and go for comfort.
Moreover, the backpack is keeping me in perfect balance - little bump on the front, little bump on the back; like a camel, sort of.
So far, I'm very happy with my unfashionable decision. I'm no longer dead tired, and anyway... I'm getting used to my new "urban cool & sporty"-look. (not yet used to the expanding waistline though).
Also in the comfort-zone : I had my first cupcake in three months today! Not that I'm enormously hungry all of a sudden, but the appetite is (very) slowly returning. Still no weight-gain, but if I tell other women that, I only get deadly poisonous looks - so I'll shut up about it for now.
Outside of the comfort zone : annoying stabbing pains, causing lots of stress and panic attacks. Called the doctor, but she wasn't too worried. Checked the internet - apparently could be "growing pains" again. Luckily, my next appointment is already next week. Can't wait to see and hear tiny N again!!
Saturday, 19 February 2011
A general feeling of calmness
According to "What to expect when you're expecting", I should start to experience "a general feeling of calmness" at this stage. Well, that general feeling is more than welcome. Really, anytime now. No need to call in advance. Because up until now, this pregnancy has been a source of happiness, without any doubt, but also -very much - a source of lots and lots of stress.
Stress about :
- the posibility of loosing the baby
- the 100 things I feel, always thinking that something's wrong
- not eating enough
- eating the wrong things
- people coughing and sneezing and sending all there discusting germs in my direction every time I take the tram or metro.
- all the medical tests
- the way I look (pale, skin rash, unmanageable hair, bags under my eyes, and nothing decent to wear)
- money (for all the medical tests, for maternity clothes, for a bra that fits, for all the baby-stuff)
- not getting nearly enough rest / sleep, and by now having used up all me energy reserves
- my job, and how I can keep it up (running to four different places in one day, with heavy schoolbag)
- getting refused other jobs just because I'm pregnant (happened last week)
- falling again (from the stairs, or when I'm cycling)
- my body taking all kinds of strange shapes
- giving birth (already giving me nightmares)
So yes, "a general feeling of calmness" would be more than welcome.
Stress about :
- the posibility of loosing the baby
- the 100 things I feel, always thinking that something's wrong
- not eating enough
- eating the wrong things
- people coughing and sneezing and sending all there discusting germs in my direction every time I take the tram or metro.
- all the medical tests
- the way I look (pale, skin rash, unmanageable hair, bags under my eyes, and nothing decent to wear)
- money (for all the medical tests, for maternity clothes, for a bra that fits, for all the baby-stuff)
- not getting nearly enough rest / sleep, and by now having used up all me energy reserves
- my job, and how I can keep it up (running to four different places in one day, with heavy schoolbag)
- getting refused other jobs just because I'm pregnant (happened last week)
- falling again (from the stairs, or when I'm cycling)
- my body taking all kinds of strange shapes
- giving birth (already giving me nightmares)
So yes, "a general feeling of calmness" would be more than welcome.
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Latest developments
Tiny N is peeing!! Inside my body!! I'm not sure how to feel about this...
He/she also has developped all kinds of reflexes by know : sucking movements with the mouth, clenching his fists (and grabbing onto the umbilical cord, the only "toy" around there - we actually saw this on the 3D ultrasound!), curling the toes, etc! He/she can also yawn by now, or suck his tumb - how cute is that!
As for me : apparently I produce way more blood than usual (1.5 x more!) - all in tiny N's benefit of course. My brain gets less blood (what a perfect excuse :-), resulting in diziness (tell me..Who needs alcohol?). And then there's a whole list of other side effects that are new:
-being constantly out of breath (blame the hormones)
- heartburn (blame the hormones)
- strange dreams (blame the hormones)
I'm supposed to gain a kilo per pregnancy-month, but instead I lost one each month. So we're now to three kilo's down - and we should be at 3 kilo's up. No wonder I feel physically exhausted, and more tired than ever. According to the books, my appetite should be returning by now - but I can't say I'm all that hungry...
P's very sweet, pushing me to eat cookies - and at the same time teasing me with my "big belly"; not the most efficient approach :-) . The belly is getting rounder and rounder. I can completely forget about wearing any of my jeans. And some other body parts are by now simply huge. That has to stop. I mean it.
Anyway, it's time to force-feed myself again. Someone has a lot of growing to do.
He/she also has developped all kinds of reflexes by know : sucking movements with the mouth, clenching his fists (and grabbing onto the umbilical cord, the only "toy" around there - we actually saw this on the 3D ultrasound!), curling the toes, etc! He/she can also yawn by now, or suck his tumb - how cute is that!
As for me : apparently I produce way more blood than usual (1.5 x more!) - all in tiny N's benefit of course. My brain gets less blood (what a perfect excuse :-), resulting in diziness (tell me..Who needs alcohol?). And then there's a whole list of other side effects that are new:
-being constantly out of breath (blame the hormones)
- heartburn (blame the hormones)
- strange dreams (blame the hormones)
I'm supposed to gain a kilo per pregnancy-month, but instead I lost one each month. So we're now to three kilo's down - and we should be at 3 kilo's up. No wonder I feel physically exhausted, and more tired than ever. According to the books, my appetite should be returning by now - but I can't say I'm all that hungry...
P's very sweet, pushing me to eat cookies - and at the same time teasing me with my "big belly"; not the most efficient approach :-) . The belly is getting rounder and rounder. I can completely forget about wearing any of my jeans. And some other body parts are by now simply huge. That has to stop. I mean it.
Anyway, it's time to force-feed myself again. Someone has a lot of growing to do.
Tuesday, 15 February 2011
First trimester : done!
Unbelievable how fast it's all going! I feel like it's just a few weeks since I found out I'm pregnant, and wham...as of today I'm officially in what's called "the second trimester".
The first three months are over - and little N seems here to stay!
Not to everyone's liking though...Today an excellent job interview took a 180° turn after I honestly told them that I was pregnant. "That changes everything" was what the recruiter literally said. I felt discriminated as a woman and quite angry. Until I realised that I much rather don't have the job, but still have tiny N instead of the other way around.
Still - it's so unfair, and there's just nothing you can do about it...I wonder if any man ever got refused a job because he was going to be a father...
The first three months are over - and little N seems here to stay!
Not to everyone's liking though...Today an excellent job interview took a 180° turn after I honestly told them that I was pregnant. "That changes everything" was what the recruiter literally said. I felt discriminated as a woman and quite angry. Until I realised that I much rather don't have the job, but still have tiny N instead of the other way around.
Still - it's so unfair, and there's just nothing you can do about it...I wonder if any man ever got refused a job because he was going to be a father...
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