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.
I had gestational diabetes. Joey was 7 lbs 12 oz. The only reason I had trouble getting him out was because I was coerced into an epidural which stalled me at 7cm. Joey was born measuring over due (like he was really clean and just his overall babyness made the nurses think he was overdue even though he was ten days early). He lost a lot of water weight and was completely healthy.
ReplyDeleteIf your diet is good to begin with you shouldn't have a problem. They sell dip sticks at the dollar store that show you a range of your glucose in your urine. You could try those out.
Your hormone-induced breakdown makes me laugh :) lol. But mostly because I'm just thinking of Anton mental process and how he might be re-thinking his decisions before he says or does anything these days...lol
ReplyDeleteYeah, he's been thinking a lot more, lately... :-) Since I don't really have symptoms, though, he's not as on top of it as he might be if I were tossing my cookies every night. I can take quite a bit before I freak out, but I have been busting out my, "Excuse me, which one of us is pregnant?" card every so often.
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