Because everything blossoms and smells nice. Anton brought me a branch of lilacs yesterday morning. He put them right by my face so I could see them when I woke up, but I noticed as soon as he put them down because I could smell them. Happy start to any day!
Well, life is pretty uneventful at the moment (or at most moments). No nausea, no hormone-induced breakdowns... okay maybe there was one...
Last week, I got really mad at Anton for drinking my Green Machine Naked drink. Really mad. I started crying, called him an insensitive jerk, and told him not come home when he got off work. Yeah, I really did. Maybe I didn't get a nap that day...?
Fortunately, he ignored that last part and came home anyway. Bearing gifts, no less. Of course, I realized how weird I was being and apologized... after I saw the gifts... ;-)
But I was talking to a friend in our book club, and she was the same way when she was pregnant--same lack of symptoms-- and she freaked out at her husband for putting the chili on the bottom when they had chili cheese fries for dinner one night--like cried and insisted that he didn't love her... so, that made me feel a little better (that I'm not a lone weirdo).
Anyway, school is out for the kiddos, which means I'm out of a job until August. Not really sure what to do with myself until then. I could look for another job, but I would feel kind of awkward saying I can only work for you for two months...
No matter. I'll enjoy the break. Except I'm really going to miss playing soccer, tag, and jump rope. Now I have to work out on my own...
I'm going to the doctor for the first time. In June, like the first week. I'll be 12 weeks by then (according to my phone).
I was kind of freaked out after coming home from my pregnancy class the day we discussed gestational diabetes... the women who gave birth to those babies we saw, went through hell. I don't care how prepared they were, nobody's vagina is that big.
So, I decided to eat as little sugar as I can. Not that I was eating much of it anyway, but I'm now looking at the ingredients of the stuff I eat to make sure it's not too loaded. And I will force myself to work out. No premature, twelve-pound babies (who are addicted to sugar) for me. Nope.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Pregnancy is Weird
Well, I got the flu... I think. Head cold + fever and stuff. I can tell when I have a fever because my back aches in a funny (but not really funny) way. And sadly, the cold means I can't sleep because every time I lay down, I can't breathe. I've also been really dizzy, but that happened before I got sick...
Anton is being a huge sweetheart and taking good care of me.
He's so patient, especially since I am super fickle about my food. Poor guy listens to me go back and forth about what I "feel" like eating... yikes.
Actually, I wish I could just go without food because I rarely feel like eating anything these days. Except apples. And dried cranberries. But I really hate how differently things taste. And I went from being only slightly picky, to obscenely picky.
I know I don't have any reason to worry, but I'm nervous for the changes my body is going through. I do not relish not being able to sleep on my stomach in the coming months. Or having to find space for a new wardrobe (of course I love getting more clothes... I just don't have anywhere to put them this time).
The worst thing about being pregnant so far... having to pee every ten minutes. Seriously, nothing is more maddening. Especially in the middle of the night. Anton can always tell when I have to go because I first let out a very obvious sigh that clearly indicates I'm irritated.
Oh, and I think the baby has made my ears even more sensitive... everything feels too loud. I flinch every time I hear something above 50 decibels.
Anyway, Anton and I talked, and we decided I can't be a full-time teacher and have a baby, and I would feel badly about leaving them in the middle of the school year (which is when the baby's due)--these kids should have as much consistency as they can in their lives, anyway.
So I'm back at the after-school program. It's slightly more fun, and I get more exercise. Plus I only work 2-4 hours a day... which gives me more time to nap, yay!
Anton is being a huge sweetheart and taking good care of me.
He's so patient, especially since I am super fickle about my food. Poor guy listens to me go back and forth about what I "feel" like eating... yikes.
Actually, I wish I could just go without food because I rarely feel like eating anything these days. Except apples. And dried cranberries. But I really hate how differently things taste. And I went from being only slightly picky, to obscenely picky.
I know I don't have any reason to worry, but I'm nervous for the changes my body is going through. I do not relish not being able to sleep on my stomach in the coming months. Or having to find space for a new wardrobe (of course I love getting more clothes... I just don't have anywhere to put them this time).
The worst thing about being pregnant so far... having to pee every ten minutes. Seriously, nothing is more maddening. Especially in the middle of the night. Anton can always tell when I have to go because I first let out a very obvious sigh that clearly indicates I'm irritated.
Oh, and I think the baby has made my ears even more sensitive... everything feels too loud. I flinch every time I hear something above 50 decibels.
Anyway, Anton and I talked, and we decided I can't be a full-time teacher and have a baby, and I would feel badly about leaving them in the middle of the school year (which is when the baby's due)--these kids should have as much consistency as they can in their lives, anyway.
So I'm back at the after-school program. It's slightly more fun, and I get more exercise. Plus I only work 2-4 hours a day... which gives me more time to nap, yay!
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