Four Month Update

Today marks 16 weeks of pregnancy.  I had a doctors appointment last night where, after listening to the heartbeat, I was told I have a "happy baby in there".  This of course makes for a happy me.  Everything is right on schedule.  I am not exactly showing yet and I've even lost another pound.  The doctor says this is all fine.  She also told me that sometimes if you start off a little 'heavier', the baby uses all that stored fat I already have!  I have no problem with this.  I've even been encouraging the baby to use more!!!! 

Another wonderful thing happened to me on this day.  I discovered, inadvertently, that my maternity pants that I claimed were all too big, are adjustable.  AWESOME!    Getting dressed in the morning isn't so bad now.  There is definitely something about your clothes that can either make you really uncomfortable all day or really feel good about yourself.  This week, I'm feeling pretty good.

Still Spoiled

I have to admit, I've been excessively spoiled for the last 29 years.  I am an extremely lucky girl with amazing parents who have always done their best to protect, teach, and, yes, spoil me, whether intentionally or not.  Since my choice of foods are quite limited these days either because they make me sick, don't appeal to me, or are on the preggo no-no list, my parents decided to hook me up.  For breakfast, my mom made me the most enjoyable banana bread I've ever had.  Each day at work I sneak to unwrap it so no one else sees it because let's face it, I am not sharing.  Then, since my craving for turkey was making me crazy and I can't (or won't) have deli meats, my parents cooked me up an entire turley breast, sliced it, and packaged it for me.  These turkeys sandwiches have made for the best lunches I've had in four months.   I wonder if I will lose my rank in February!

Thinking Outside the Belly

I sometimes have to remind myself that we do have a life outside of this growing belly.  So that I don't bore myself with baby blogs only, I've decided to add in a few other tales.
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The first of which is the story of my first Bears game.  While I'd been to Soldier Field many years ago for a Madonna concert with my dad (I was 5), I haven't been there for a game.  My mother-in-law was kind enough to get us tickets to the first pre-season game of the year.  She hooked Eric and I up with seats in the United Club which was great!  I can't say the same for the Bears' performance, but being there was still fun and it was nice to get out and do something out of the ordinary.  We had a beautiful night in Chicago, thanks to Bob and Sherri.

The Same Questions

No, we are not finding out the sex of the baby.
No, we are not sharing our names.

Who knew these answers would get people so worked up. More often than not, I get lectured on why I SHOULD find out what I am having. Some of their reasons:
1) so I can plan my nursery
2) so that people know what colors to buy
3) so THEY don't have to wait to find out

Really, when the kid is a month old, will these things matter to any of these people? No, to them, my kid will just be another baby whether it is in green, pink, or blue clothes and regardless of the color room it sleeps in. Give it up people. We'll all know in 5 months.

Pregnant, Not Just Fat

At 15 weeks, I find getting dressed to be the most devasting part of my day. While the buttons and zippers are all broken on my pre-preggo pants, the maternity ones I bought are just a little too big. I can imagine it's only a matter of time before I am busting the elastic on the maternity pants too, but at this point, I just want the belly. I want, when my fat is sticking out, people to know it is a baby, and not an over indulgence on burritos. There has been a lot of stretching going on lately so maybe in the next few weeks I'll get that bump I so desperately want.

My Poor Husband

Eric is such a trooper. In an effort to please my aching, starving belly, he would call me every day and ask what I wanted for dinner. I would tell him, and by the time I got home, my earlier choice was now revolting to me.  When I thought I was craving something, it either ended up being a huge disappointment or it made me sick.

I can't say that I have any real cravings as of yet,.  However, we have had our fair share of Outback salads lately. Red meat is really appealing to me right now too. Filets are my fav. Why couldn't I yearn for something a little cheaper?

The smell of McDonalds french fries is revolting to me. Milk and cheese are not my friend. And I still love a good piece of cake.

A Wee Bit of Whining

Here is the part where I told you was for me, not you. Feel free to read, as this is a record of my experience with morning sickness. First off, I'd like to say, "Morning sickness, my ass. How about every freaking waking moment sickness". There, that sounds about right. At eight weeks exactly, it kicked in. I remember this day because I was off of work, and heading in for my first ultrasound. Following the ultrasound, I was taking my niece Emily to see the latest installment of the Twilight series. I remember calling Eric before leaving the house telling him I was dying and wouldn't make it through the day. I felt this way until 14 weeks. Now, I definitely had it easier than some ladies. I never did throw up, though I begged for it often. I just constantly felt nauseous and the headaches were terrible. I was in bed every night by 7:30, which is not a complaint. Sleep is, after all, my favorite activity. The worst part of not feeling good was right in the middle of it all, I had to give about 10 tours of our recycle center at work. I am pretty sure that each of those tours fell on days where it was 90 degrees or hotter. Many times, I thought I would barf right on these people, but luckily for them, and for the sake of my job, I did not.

At 15 weeks today, I am finally over the nausea, but this acid reflux/heartburn business is killer. It's almost worst that the pukey feeling. I am hoping to get some relief when I go to the doctor next week. Otherwise, I guess I'll just wait until March to feel better.