I've never liked seafood. I can't stand it, really, in an it-makes-me-physically-nauseous kind of way. I've spent my life avoiding it. I've also spent my life being exceedingly uncomfortable in social situations and trying to keep myself invisible. So when I'm served salmon? I eat it and spend the following hours convinced I can feel the damn thing swimming in my stomach and trying not to puke.
That pretty much sums up the last few months.
I'm now halfway through my first pregnancy and can truly empathize with a fishbowl. I'm mercifully past the nausea and puking but now there is something swimming inside me and constantly bumping its nose against the glass. This little bugger is moving all the time and I've still got 20 more weeks to go. DUDE. They tell you about the headaches and the vomiting but they never mention the 24/7 nudging. Well, I'm mentioning it now. BE WARNED!
Per doctor's orders and Ryan's insistence I've purchased a prenatal workout video and started an exercise routine. It seems incongruous to me that in the most immobile and uncomfortable period of my life I'm trying to imitate the movements of a twenty year old trapeze artist from Cirque du Soleil. There is just no way I'm ever going to bend like that. It's pretty damn funny to watch Ryan try though (oh hell yes I make him do it with me - we're in this together, damn it).
Cravings so far include milk (which haven't had a glass of since that traumatic experience back in high school) and Taco Bell nacho cheese steak chalupas. Ryan is more than willing to go along with the milk but he's starting to complain about the chalupas. I'm sure they're more healthy than he thinks, right? There's got to be some dairy in that cheesy stuff. Plus, I eat the tomatoes now instead of giving them to the puppy. It's progress!
We've had the boy name picked out for months now but are struggling with the girl name. We thought we had one but I changed my mind, then we thought we had another but my dad actually choked on his dinner when we mentioned it and Ryan's parents were both adamantly opposed. Now he and I have settled on a name we love - well, he's settled on one and I've settled on another. I'd really like him to see things my way but I don't know that it's going to happen. I did the "If I died today and you to name the baby and it was a girl what would you do?" question and he picked his name! RUDE! He should at least name her the name I like in honor of his dead wife, right?
Oh, the drama. I shall just name the thing Fetus. Or Fishy. Or Fishy Fetus.
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That pretty much sums up the last few months.
I'm now halfway through my first pregnancy and can truly empathize with a fishbowl. I'm mercifully past the nausea and puking but now there is something swimming inside me and constantly bumping its nose against the glass. This little bugger is moving all the time and I've still got 20 more weeks to go. DUDE. They tell you about the headaches and the vomiting but they never mention the 24/7 nudging. Well, I'm mentioning it now. BE WARNED!
Per doctor's orders and Ryan's insistence I've purchased a prenatal workout video and started an exercise routine. It seems incongruous to me that in the most immobile and uncomfortable period of my life I'm trying to imitate the movements of a twenty year old trapeze artist from Cirque du Soleil. There is just no way I'm ever going to bend like that. It's pretty damn funny to watch Ryan try though (oh hell yes I make him do it with me - we're in this together, damn it).
Cravings so far include milk (which haven't had a glass of since that traumatic experience back in high school) and Taco Bell nacho cheese steak chalupas. Ryan is more than willing to go along with the milk but he's starting to complain about the chalupas. I'm sure they're more healthy than he thinks, right? There's got to be some dairy in that cheesy stuff. Plus, I eat the tomatoes now instead of giving them to the puppy. It's progress!
We've had the boy name picked out for months now but are struggling with the girl name. We thought we had one but I changed my mind, then we thought we had another but my dad actually choked on his dinner when we mentioned it and Ryan's parents were both adamantly opposed. Now he and I have settled on a name we love - well, he's settled on one and I've settled on another. I'd really like him to see things my way but I don't know that it's going to happen. I did the "If I died today and you to name the baby and it was a girl what would you do?" question and he picked his name! RUDE! He should at least name her the name I like in honor of his dead wife, right?
Oh, the drama. I shall just name the thing Fetus. Or Fishy. Or Fishy Fetus.
